1-hour spin class at the JCC with Margie

5 a.m. came too soon after I went to bed too late. It's amazing how I kept dreaming, fooling myself that I was somewhere else, only to wake up at 4:48 a.m. and think, 12 more minutes of sleep.

I dreamed I was in a bike race, and Geoff Hamilton was there. We were racing through what seemed like the Sumner Tunnel. We were all going really fast. It was my first race.

Everyone in the spin class was kvetching and kvelling about the fact that now there were 25 new spin bikes crammed into the room, instead of the usual 18 to 20. Instead of setting us up in two neat rows, there were three rows, and the rows were curved around the room. This, in a place a wee bit obsessive-compulsive, where I've seen people get off their bikes to make sure they were lined up with the lines in the wood floor.

Then, everyone spent time fiddling with their bikes. Now, everything on the new Spinner Pro bike is adjustable, and figuring out how to raise and lower the seat stem, adjust the saddle, and slide the handlebars made for, well, a lot of kvetching and kvelling.

Hey, it turned out to be a great class. Margie played River Dance and John and I tapped our way to the finish. There was only one empty bike in the room. Not bad for a 5:40 a.m. exercise class.