I'm beginning to wonder if I'm the one who's weird in spin class. You've all heard my sagas, today might be the icing on the cake! :)
I had a 1:20 ride and a 50 minute run schedule. Decided to do a spin class with a little before and a little after to reach the 1:20, then transition over to the treadmill and call it a day. I get to the spin room about 30 minutes early, set up my bike, put on my headphone and start riding. Slowly a few people trickle in. There are 45 bikes in the room - I counted. I'm one of 5 with about 5 minutes to go before the class starts. In walks a guy and picks the bike right next to me. Figures. There are 2 whole rows of bikes without people, but he chooses the bike next to me. I keep biking.
I take my headphones off once the instructor starts her music. That must have been the cue to dude next to me that I want friends. A conversation that was one for the books ensues...
Him: "I need to get me some shoes like that. Can I buy them at Dick's?" (he's in baggy sweat pants and trail shoes)
Me: "I'd probably head to a bike store."
Him: "Your handlebars look really low."
Me: "Yeah, I like them like that. It's more realistic to my outdoor bike this way."
Him: "Oh. Are mine too high?"
Me: "Nope, they look right."
Him: "Cause some people like them high like this (he raises his arms to nipple level) and that's like a mountain bike."
Me: "Yep, it's a preference thing I guess."
Him: "So are you going to bike outside when you are done here?"
Me: "Nope. I have a run scheduled."
Him: "Do you run outside because I can't imagine running on cement."
Me: "Yep, but today I'll run inside."
Him: "How do you count laps on the track?"
Me: "I'll run on the treadmill."
Him: "How fast do you run?"
Me: "Today, I'll probably try to run 8:30's."
Him: "That's smokin' fast."
Me: ... nothing. What was I supposed to say??
Him: "You don't have enough water. I drink two bottles during this class."
Me: "I'll be alright." (looking at my 32 ounce bottle... the class is 45 minutes max)
Him: PUNCHES ME IN THE ARM and then says "Where'd you learn to work out like this... in prison?"
He literally punched me in the arm and asks me if I learned who to work out in prison. Where do these people come from? And why are they attracted to the same classes that I'm in, let alone the bike next to me. We ended up with 11 people in the class. That left 34 bikes that I could have moved to, but that would have been obvious.
My luck he would have followed me...