But, Seriously . .

GymBuddy made a rare appearance at mid-morning spin on Tuesday, and there was almost a throw-down.

I need to preface this by saying I am not attached to a certain bike or location. The spin room is not big enough that a shift to the left or right will cause a great scenery enhancement – what you see will likely be the same five-feet to the left, right, front of back of you (although, if you move to the back of the room, that is likely what you will see – backsides. But I rarely take my eyes off my heart rate monitor, so that is not an issue.) And the bikes are the same – it’s not like there’s a combination of Schwinns or BMXs or Murrays in the room, they are all spinners.

I typically use the same bike unconsciously – I am barely awake at 6 a.m spin on Thursdays, so my body just gravitates there out of habit, not some great bond with my steed of steel.

But I learned early on, that not everyone is like me. GymBuddy, sadly, has not.

When she saw me not on my typical bike, she decided to try it out for a class. Only to be greeted by an unfriendly, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” when the Thursday a.m. bike’s betrothed entered the room and saw GymBuddy on “her” bike.

GymBuddy does not kid; she carries a gun for cryin’ out loud (she’s a cop)! And she does not respond well to those types of introductions. A friendly request may have gotten her to move, (maybe not) but Gym Buddy, instead settled into the saddle with a wicked smile.

And so ensued the nitpickery, though neither addressed the other directly -- the jilted’s whining about her displacement, and GymBuddy questioning the purpose of her wearing sunglasses in room lit only by a string of Christmas lights. (I can’t say I understand it either; if I want the room darker, I close my eyes.)

I thought, for a moment, spin was going to turn into kickboxing.

However, I truly enjoyed the comedy show that played out before me.

But I do think GymBuddy was spooked – she didn’t show up for spin this a.m. – our usual 6 a.m. meeting. She claims its because I kept her out too late last night.

Whatever . . . . . .