Colin’s spin class with the boys…the straight boys tonight.
Holy shit is really all you can say afterwards. You’re too out of breath to utter anything else. Smiling, on the other hand, is easy. You feel amazing after the 45 minutes of intensity.
(Boys, left to right: Ken who used to spin with me in Stacey’s class, Colin in the hat, Tony aka “my schmoop”, Reilly and his guns in the front)