Friday, September 17, 2010

the spin class BLOW OFF

Just the other day, my friend JK and I were discussing awkward run ins with exes. She had just had one (which she has kindly agreed to write about for the BLOW OFF) and listening to her story reminded me that the "we've had sex" tension between exes never goes away. I never thought days later, I'd have my very own run in after stumbling into spin class ten minutes late.

After a frazzled and hurried attempt to change my bike settings, I finally got on the bike and noticed that across the room high school boyfriend. For a second, I wasn't convinced it was him, but then he looked at me with a smile that said "how weird is this?"

Why the hell would he be in my spin class? Last I talked to him, it was our ten year high school reunion and he was living in Arizona. But then I thought: maybe he's in LA on business, staying at a hotel that feeds into my gym. My second thought was: why do I have to run into someone I've dated in work out clothes, no make up on, and extra frizzy hair? My third thought: wait, why do I even care--- not only do I not have feelings for this guy anymore, but he's definitely in the "I can't believe we ever dated" category. My final thought: this is going to make such an awesome BLOW OFF post. But then all logic went out the window. I decided that I needed to impress my ex and the only way I could do that was by showing him that if spinning was an Olympic sport, I'd win the gold.

So, I added extra resistance on all the hills. I sprinted my little heart out to Kelly Clarkson and Justin Bieber. I made sure my form was as perfect as I could get it. I wiped the sweat from my face like I was Rocky and I was gonna beat his ass in the ring. By the end of class, I felt like I was going to die.

After we stretched and applauded the spin instructor, I gathered my things and made bets with myself on whether he'd avoid me or come say hi.

He didn't do either of those things. Because once I got a better look at him...I realized he wasn't my ex-bf at all. In fact, I'm pretty sure by the way he was whispering to the spin instructor-- he was her boyfriend. I felt like such an idiot, but then told myself anyone could have made the same mistake. Especially since the lights in spin class are always kept on dim. (Seriously, it's like practically pitch black in there. Like to the point where you need night vision goggles. I swear.)

And then after the humiliation wore off, I realized I learned a valuable lesson here. Exes might be the bane of our existence, but they are good for one thing: a kick ass work out. So, if I ever decide to run a marathon, I'm taking all my old boyfriends with me (or guys who look just like them).

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