I’m just jumping right back in with no recap from the last post, so you may want to check out Part 1. The Bike/Seat Depending on the popularity of the coach, as well as the time the class is offered, it may be necessary to get to class early to get a bike. I always… Continue reading How Spin Class Is Like a Worship Service Part 2
It was some 15 years ago in Toledo when I first heard about spin classes. A fellow staff member at the church where I served taught spin classes at the YMCA and always tried to get me to come. She was in her mid forties, I think, and incredibly fit. In fact, because she always complained… Continue reading How Spin Class Is Like a Worship Service Part 1
There had been nothing special about her. Nothing that would have caused me to take note of her. Only that she walked toward me along the left side of the path (her left, my right), so I had to move to my left to pass her. I remember she was tall and hadn’t appeared to… Continue reading Commotion at Eastwood MetroPark
It was a few months before Christmas two years ago when I sat in a staff meeting at my church as we discussed seasonal impact opportunities. We usually have a couple projects we encourage our members to contribute financially to, as people in general, not just Christians, typically increase their charitable giving around Christmas. One… Continue reading Tour de H2O
Happy New Year! I pulled up my resolutions post from 2012 to see how I did, and I wasn’t completely disappointed. Allow me to review. A friend of mine gave me a mandolin to use, and I set to work learning some chords. I still have a lot of work to do, but I’ve really… Continue reading How I didn’t completely fail in my resolutions — and some new ones for 2013
Sometimes I’d rather not know how to do something properly. I’ve started a new workout … uh … I was going to say routine, but that sounds like I’m trying some new dance steps. A new workout plan, I guess. It involves doing a lot of work with dumbbells and barbells and the various benches in the free weight section of the gym. I’ve always been a bit intimidated to workout in that room with the guys who’ve made fitness a hobby. Me, I’m just trying to lose a little weight.
The donut race was hardly a competition. It was a 30-mile race with two stops, where you could catch your breath and refuel on donuts. For each donut eaten, 5 minutes was deducted from the actual time. It was completely light-hearted and very fun. Of the wide variety of about 1,000 participants, none took it seriously. There were cyclists who looked like they could vie for the Tour de France. And there were others who seemed to be in it just for the donuts. There were groups of friends who cycle only casually and some who probably ride the regional circuit. There were many tandems, including parent-child ones that inspired me to want to ride with my kids. There were seniors well into their 60s, men and women who appeared to be defying the effects of age. Most of them passed me up.