Lady with the tight a**

I had an interesting mental image this past week during a spinning class.  But first, the set-up.....

Rewind a bit to last July.  I was in my first race of the summer- it was a sprint road race that I had done a couple of times 8-9 years prior.  I was curious to see how I did compared to my "pre-kids" racing.

Once on the bike (and thanking God the swim was done!), I fell behind a woman in my age group with an aerodynamic helmet, a bike that cost more than I cared to think about, and the tightest ass I'd seen in a long time.  And I should know.  I looked at her derriere for a good 8 miles or so.  I was pleased I kept up with her and then I finally lost her at a long climb around mile 12 as she zoomed ahead.  

I've remembered her for two reasons.  One, I was surprised at how fast I was able to go on the bike leg in general as I stayed with her.  Two, I was surprised I could keep up with someone who had the "look" of such a serious athlete- the fancy helmet, bike, gear, and a body to match.

And back to the present.

I started getting to a 90-minute spinning class on Saturday mornings a couple of months ago.  For those of you who have done long spin classes, they can be b-o-r-i-n-g if you don't have something to think about.  I pictured myself in races quite a bit during the classes, and often I saw myself keeping up with tight-ass-lady.  I was flying along, staying right with her, even on the hills.

Until this past week.

During last week's class I was pedaling along, seeing tight-ass-lady just in front of me.  Then without realizing it, I wasn't behind her anymore.  I was passing her.  It happened so naturally in my mind's eye, it took me a second to consciously realize the difference.  And then I smiled.  I slowly pulled ahead and left her behind.  I didn't see her again.  

That's because she was looking at me.