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.