I know you're faking it.

Listen. The truth is, you can't fool me.

When I'm up on my little stage on my instructor bike, looking down at you, I know when you're faking it.

You're sitting there on your bike, legs flying like a bat out of hell, your chunky ass bouncing all over the place. Why? Because you have no resistance on your bike. None whatsoever.

A couple of weeks from now, you're gonna start to get angry. You're gonna step on the scale and realize you're actually ten pounds fatter than you were before. You're gonna say, "What the fuck?? I've been taking these stupid spin classes and I've GAINED ten pounds??" Yeah, you're gonna be mad. All because you thought you could eat icecream for every meal and still lose weight with the spin classes I claimed were hard.

Well, here is my revelation to you. I am taking time out of my day to tell you that it's your fault. It's an easy equation...no resistance = no calories burned. You can pedal all day with your belly jiggling incessantly if you want, but nothing's ever gonna happen until you reach down to that resistance knob and give it a big ol' turn to the right.

And honestly, no one wants to see you bouncing around up there. You really do look stupid with your 5 billion mile per hour cadence when everyone else around you is climbing a hill.

So do me a favor. No, do the whole class a favor. Turn your resistance up when I tell you to. You might actually accomplish something.

Lots of love.

<3

Hello lazyness!

So, first blog post. Ever.

I guess I should use it to introduce myself?

My name is Casey, and I'm a gym addict. In addition to teaching Spin classes at Florida State, I typically spend anywhere between 2 and 5 hours at the gym at least 4 times a week. I don't do weekends, though. Weekends are for cheating.

I love tough workouts. I am obsessed with group exercise classes (Spin, step, kickboxing, etc.) but only if they make me feel like I'm going to have a heart attack. I also like to run. I take working out pretty seriously, and I have no respect for people who fuck around at the gym.

Those who have taken my classes would likely tell you I am crazy. :)

Anyway, I decided to start this blog because, as a student focusing on writing as a major, I could use the practice. This will also serve as a place for me to rant about all the things that bother me.

I'd like to share my craziness (crazyness?) will the rest of the world.

So I'll end this little note by saying goodnight. Also, come to my class tomorrow at 4 pm. Otherwise, you are a lazy sack of shit.

Love you!