I’ll give you “Not Bookable.”
A tale of (conjectured) deceit and deception from the hotbed of human frailty that is spinning class.
Looking back, I realized that I made several fatal errors on the day the spin instructor learned my name. I had seen him walking into the gym with his daughter, and she was so cute that, reflexively, I smiled at her. And when I looked up again, the damage had been done: though people and […]
INSTRUCTOR: Did I ever tell you why I don’t drink tequila and listen to this song anymore? ANNA: [internal monologue] Here we go . . . INSTRUCTOR: If you guys stick around after class for two minutes, I’ll tell you this crazy story. CLASS: Ooh, aah, ohhhhh ANNA: [internal monologue] See, I’m just saying–to feel […]
It was somewhere around 5:42 pm, on the edge of yet another imaginary incline, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like: only in Los Angeles would a gym pass out glasses of wine to people immediately before they get on stationary bikes. And: only in Los Angeles would the people […]