I'm in love

I know, I should have told you guys.

But the love is new, and I don't want to jinx it.

I love. . . my cycling instructor. Her name is Angie.

My other gym buddy, Jess, had told me how special Angie was as a teacher. I didn't know that she rocked until I took her class last week.

She's the only cycling instructor I've never wanted to harm.

She was funny and motivating, and had great songs.

For the first time, I was not wishing for class to be over. I did not pray to God to make time move faster to get me finished with the torture, I mean, fun, of cycling class.

In short, I love her.