A Case of the Sundays.

When you think of Sunday morning, what comes to mind? Sleeping in? Pancakes? Reading the newspaper? Brunch? Mimosas? An excuse to be unproductive? For most people, the last thing that comes to mind is 'get up, go to the gym'.

My Sunday morning spin class is not filled with 'most people'.

You're likely thinking I'm talking about a hardcore group of professional cyclists who love to get together and talk about the latest advancements in spandex technology. Hardly. This group is filled with athletes, non-athletes, reformed couch-potatoes, students, doctors, retirees -- of all ages, shapes, sizes and ability levels. They amaze me as they grow, push, learn and catapult themselves from a sedentary lump to a passionate spinner.

I have had the pleasure of spending each Sunday morning for the last 4 years with a group of people who don't see snow as a reason to stay under the covers. Who balks at the idea that a hangover couldn't be cured by working up a good sweat. Who understands that a workout is the time to get better for yourself, your families, your friends. Who comes willing and eager to push to limits deemed unimaginable. Who ironically, inspires me, when I'm supposed to be the one doing the inspiring.

I think the most important concept this group embraces is that they didn't have to be specimen of human perfection to become a spinner. Just a pair of shorts, a commitment to becoming a stronger being, and maybe an alarm clock.

Thanks Sunday spinners.

Keep Climbing,
ELD