THE SPINNER

Wind blowing through the hair. Sweat spraying uncontrollably. Exhilaration!
Mental trash flushed.

Faster, faster , pick up the pace! Come on slacker, don’t embarrass yourself. Everyone sees on the board where you rank.

Teacher, teacher make my spinning identity anonymous.

Burn, burn that fat is the mantra mentally resounding through everyone’s mind.

Is the seat the appropriate height? Is the tension to your satisfaction. You guys, is your crouch being abused by your tight cycling shorts?

Is the music the right beat and volume?

Ok, that’s it. Time over, see you soon. By the way, save on future classes, buy a booklet. Visa and master card only.

THE SPINNER
Wayne Lazarus