Day 66
The morning spinners at the Y are a cordial and sweaty
bunch.
Monday through Thursday we move our legs as fast as we
can. Some come for health. Some come for strength. I come to fit into my size 6
jeans.
At the end of class, everyone wipes down his or her sweaty bike
with disinfectant spray and a paper towel.
Today’s been a particularly challenging class of hill climbs
and long sprints. Everyone’s
moving slowly.
I head to the paper dispenser. Pull. Spray. Rip. I do this fourteen times. I feel like A. feels when he passes out snacks in his
kindergarten class. I walk up and
back between the bikes. One for
you. One for you.
“How did you know that’s what I needed?” laughs one woman
resting on her bike.
Random acts make the world spin round.
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