still spinning...

So I took my first Spinning CLass tonight with some of my girl friends from work.  To those who don't know, a Spinning Class is Tour de Fance-style manic pedaling on a stationary bike.  Basically you're in a big rush to get nowhere but exhausted.  Whoever topples from the bike unconcious first loses.  

The woman who taught the class is one of the Advertising Reps where I work, so that's how we all found out about said class.  She is also a tri-athelete with 0.01% body fat.  But I'm not jealous.

I can already tell I will be walking like an old man with hemorroids tomorrow.  I paint this pretty picture in order for you, dear readers, to understand the seriousness of this.  It was not because the work-out was particularly grueling (though it was rather intense), no, I will be lame for the week because of the bloody seat!  I swear, did the Inquisition design these stationary bike seats?  Was is a cruel joke played on me by the gym because I was a noobie?  All these questions and more will answered before I head back for class number two.

And for the record, I have moutained-biked many times, and aside from the agonizing and humiliating groin-jarring from extremely uneven terrain, I have never had a problem.   

If any accomplished Spinners read this, advice would be most welcome.