Spinning

6 or 7 minutes in, I get an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I knew I shouldn’t have taken a spot on the front row.  I get off my bike and hunch over; I begin to vomit.  The entire spin class slows its pedaling pace to watch me.  A beautiful foam of fluorescent yellow and hot pink emerges from my mouth and splatters on the ground in front of the instructor.

“YOU ACT LIKE YOU’VE NEVER SEEN MARSHMALLOW PEEPS” I have to yell over the speakers playing a very loud and obnoxious(er) version of a Maroon 5 song, “THEY’RE AMERICA’S MOST POPULAR EASTER CANDY AND THEY’RE DELICIOUS.”

I grab my water bottle, and sashay through the maze of cyclists. As I exit the gym, the music slowly fades behind me. I’m feeling much better now.