Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Bulling through

Anger is a handy emotion to have during spin class.

While I was spinning so hard I thought the bike would break off the frame and caroom out the window, I started thinking about my old spinning studio in LA. Edgar was my favorite instructor—he was a hardcore cyclist who led the kind of ass-kicking workouts that left me on the verge of puking but drew me back week after week. It was a very sad day when Edgar quit spinning to start a new business, that of tattooing Ugg boots. Sad and funny. Only in LA.

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