Spinning. Cancelled. Figures.

I fear spinning.

I've done it about eight times, and it was about eight times I thought my life was going to end on the floor of an East London gym, in a pair of too-tight adidas bike pants with all of my identification locked away.

This morning, I woke up ready to embrace that fear. I yanked on my little bike outfit on and called up the gym to book my space.

"No classes today," said the dude on the line. (It's so not even close to Christmas! Wha??)

Relief washed over my body like a cool rain, but then I got pissed. The ONE day I had the bravery to get on that bike and suffer, my efforts were thwarted.

If I hate it so much, why bother? Well, it was Bobbi Brown who originally inspired me to buck up and try this evil exercise. I used to interview her all of the time for work, and I was struck by her commitment to keeping fit, despite her absolutely manic schedule. She swore by spinning and even went as far as to open her own spinning gym, 3 Sixty Cycling Studio.

I figured it was worth a shot, so last July, I tried it. I'd never sweat that much in my life, and I think that's what you need to do in order to drop some lbs, which is the goal, my friends.

I'm getting back on the bike. Next Saturday. You heard it here.