A couple of weeks ago I went to an afternoon cycle class and had no idea I would be saved by the end. If you don’t know about this experience, get a drink and click here. I finally went back to the class and I want you to know that the revival is alive and well. The first note of the christian pop was all I needed to know that the next 45 minutes were going to be a barely tolerable jesus fest. And it was! Again, I am a church goer, and I have very little judgement about other people religious beliefs but I just want to work out. When it’s time for a little one on one time with the big JC, I do that at church or in private, not while sweat is dripping on the floor and I am three miles into a great cycle class.
After the class I stopped at the front desk to talk to the manager. I told him that I didn’t really want to complain because it’s a good work out and the music is descent and the instructor seems like a really nice person, I just thought it would be great if she could tone down the chatter. I explained that other people in the class seemed to be okay with it so I didn’t want to ruin it if that’s part of why they came to the class. I just thought forty-five minutes of talking was too much. Even if she was reading Twilight for forty-five minutes straight, I would hate it. (You should know I love Twilight and I accept your judgement) It’s hard to get into the zone when someone is constantly talking. It’s a little about content, but it’s mostly about the length of the ramble. He said he understood and he had no idea that was going on in the class. I reiterated that I wasn’t really concerned about the religious aspect, more the force with which the message is delivered. If that is what people come to the class for I didn’t want to ruin it. He assured me heard me.
I left the gym and immediately felt like a terrible human being. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut and maybe I should have just gone to the class and sucked it up. I told a couple friends and they said their complaint would have been much more fueled than mine so I shouldn’t feel bad, but I do. I feel like maybe next week I should just say something to the instructor and tell her that I am the one who talked to the manager. I am really surprised at how crappy I feel about this whole thing. God I am getting soft in my old age!