sexy b...tches

I am just starting to get used to life in Los Angeles again, which surely is a lot different than what's going on in the snowy Northwest. For once, I am writing this entry while sitting at my pool beneath the sunny skies of Southern California. Nuff said. Secondly, I am back at my favorite gym, Bodies in Motion. Being the enthusiastic exerciser who I am, I decided to participate in a spinning course last week. The instructor was a woman and all other participants were 100% female as well. I was the only male cyclist and things got awkward quickly. About one third through the course, the instructor started yelling at her girls (and me) that we've been bad girls over the holidays and that we had to work hard now to work it off.  This was followed by our instructor yelling the highly motivational chant of "Let's go b...tches," which caused some rather awkward stares in my direction. It certainly got me sweating. But fortunately things ended on a very positive note. Our female instructor ensured us that " today we're going to ride hard" and then tomorrow (which was New Year's Eve), "we were all going to be sexy bitches." today we ride and tomorrow we party." I will write more about my time in LA as a sexy b...tch soon.