Yesterday, I had some training to attend for work and as a result had to miss my regular spin class. The reports of what was said in my absence were startling.

“It sure is quiet in here today.” Yes, I could see how the absence of my grunting and occasional singing to the music would lower the volume a tad.

Then I may have been referred to as “Mister Sassy.” Sure, I tend to ask for the resistance on the bikes to be turned up, just to play with my classmates. Oh and there is my tendency at the end of class to ask if we can go longer.

Okay, I can see my guilt on both charges. Perhaps I am a bit of a Mister Pain in the Assy. Guilty sure, quiet no. At least my confession can be heard loud and clear.