Well then...

Hmmm. I just went back and reread my last post.

My, wasn't someone in a slightly pissy and bitter mood on Monday? What a difference two days and two RPM classes make.

Two months ago I joined a local gym. Room mate #1 had already been attending on and off since December and enjoyed it. So I went in and checked it out. That day I signed up. The facilities are modern. There's a nice big window for me to stare out of while I'm on the treadmill and the trainer is H-O-T.

All good qualities for a gym to have.

The past month I've been slacking a little. The first month I was gung-ho, there at least four times a week, following the plan to a T. Then, well, then I got bored. Which is what usually happens with me. If something doesn't hold my interest for longer than 5 seconds, then I'm over it (which probably explains why I'm still not with some of the guys I've dated over the last couple of years).

Then Room mate #2's girlfriend suggested we do the RPM (spinning) class together. Holy kill yourself in the name of fitness, Batman.

I love this class. We increase and decrease the tension on the stationary bikes according to the instructor's, well, instructions. High tension for simulated hill climbs. Low tension for speed intervals. I must admit though, sometimes I sneak my tension down a little bit while we're doing the hill stuff, knee issues and all. The class also appeals to another side of me. My uber competative side.

Oh yeah, I'm so competative sometimes it hurts. Especially when it comes to sports. And I'm losing. Then, well, then you better step out of the way because I hit that mode. My friends all know it too. I get that look in my eye, the little crease above my nose gets a little deeper and I become so focused a Mack truck driving through a china factory couldn't unhinge me.

The class also helps me get out my frustrations. Helps me to clear my mind. Start focusing on the positive. Which, long ago and far away, I did. Before I became the stereotypical bitter late 20-something single woman I have become.

But, now it's time to drop a few of those adjectives, preferably the stereotypical and bitter. Life is full of possibilities and sure, I'm going to be let down from time to time but it's time I stop whining about not getting what I want and go after it.

Don't you agree?