What Are You Doing?

The new girl in the spin class isn't really named Mickey. I'm just calling her that for this post.

She first attended last Friday, when Derek's wife Christie teaches. Christie helped her set up her bike so the seat was the right height and the right distance from the handlebars, and the handlebars were at a comfortable height.

Christie said, "Now, remember, since this is your first time, if you get tired or uncomfortable or just need a drink, feel free to go to the back of the room and get a drink, or walk around to stretch your legs."

Mickey nodded and made it through her first spin class. And when she came in on Monday, with Derek teaching, she got herself set up on a bike without any help and got started. And when she needed a break, she went to the back of the room and got a drink and started to get a paper towel wet, since she'd forgotten to bring a regular towel for herself, when she, and all the rest of us, heard:

"Mickey, what do you think you're doing?"

She jumped, looked up, and said, "Um, I'm getting some water?"

"You get back on your bike and keep pedaling! Who told you that you could go get some water? Water isn't going to help you! You need to exercise some discipline!"

Mickey finished getting the paper towel wet, got back on her bike, and smiled at the rest of us, who were smiling encouragingly at her.

After the cool-down, as he started us on our stretches, Derek said, "So, Mickey, now you've had one spin class with Joyce and one with me. So, no pressure now, which one do you like more?"

Mickey said, "Not Joyce. Your wife." We all laughed with her and Derek.

"Ah," he said. "My awesome wife, Christie. Even better. So, no pressure now, which one do you like better, as a spin teacher, me or my wife?"

"Oh, I like your wife WAY better," she said, to approving laughter.

"And why is that?"

"She's WAY less scary."

Which made everyone's morning.