With my change of jobs, my schedule has undergone a bit of a change as well. One of my responsibilities requires getting up early in the morning (way before dawn is even thinking of cracking) and doing some things from home for a few hours. It's been kind of nice because it means after a few hours at the office, I can head home in the early to mid-afternoon.
But it's meant I've had to change my schedule. And after six to eight solid months of being in evening spin classes at the downtown Y, I had to change. I now take spin classes at the Smyrna Y in the evening (part of it is, honestly, I like seeing people my own age there while working out...I don't feel quite so old then...). I've got to admit that while I enjoy the spin classes no matter where I am, I do miss the instructors and the fellow participants from the downtown Y. You stuff yourself into a small room and sweat together for an hour a few times a week and a weird sort of bond forms between you. Also, there were some attractive female participants in the class, who give me another six or eight months and I'd've worked up the gumption to speak to them on a more significant level then "thanks for sharing the solution to wipe down the bike."
I'd not been to a spin class downtown since the holidays. In fact, I'd not been to the downtown Y during my "regular" time since early January. Until yesterday, when a meeting required I be downtown later than usual and I decided that instead of fighting traffic, I'd go ahead and get my work out in.
So, there I was, working out on the cross-trainer, sweating up a storm when one of my old instructors walked up giving me the evil eye.
"So what's your excuse?" he asked. "Did you give up spinning for New Years?"
I told him what had happened and he then told me that he'd missed seeing me as had some of the other instructors and classmatess. They'd asked if I was OK and were just worried that I'd disappeared. He told me that he understood schedule changes and agreed that fighting traffic back downtown for spin class was not the best idea.
But you know, it's just nice to be noticed and missed. To have people concerned about you.
Oh sure, it's not Cheers, but you know it's still nice.
posted by Michael Hickerson at 2/03/2007 10:36:00 AM