Spinning is one of those activities you either love or hate. The way I see it there are three types of people who spin. The first type I like to call ‘insane’ spinners. They’re the ones who get really intense about their workout. They pedal at high speeds while their resistance level is set at some superhuman level and they look abnormally happy while they spin. They’re usually the ones that shout out stuff like “whoohoo” and “keep going”. For some reason they seem to sweat at superhuman levels too. I prefer not to sit next to them. One because I might try to do what they’re doing and end up hurting myself. Two, because I don’t want their sweat splashing on me. And three I’m afraid I might not be able to resist my urge to push them off their bike.
The next type of spinner I like to call the ‘normal’ spinner. They’re the ones who sit quietly on the bike, set their resistance to challenging but reasonable levels and pray the hour goes by quickly. They can be heard breathing hard but not grunting like the insane spinners. They typically listen to the instructor’s instructions but are sane enough to cater the ride to their own abilities. They look tired when the class is out unlike the insane spinners who only look like they worked out because of the amount of sweat dripping off them.
The last type of spinner I like to call the ‘out there’ spinner. They’re the ones who spin to their own beat, literally. They usually pedal at one speed and resistance for the entire hour. They’re the most entertaining to watch for the normal spinner who’s just trying to distract themselves so the hour will seem to pass more quickly. The out there’s usually are checking themselves in the mirror, bopping on their bike to the music and oblivious to what’s going on around them or what the instructor is saying. Sometimes I wonder if they even realize they’re in a spin class.
Now if I was a spin instructor I’m sure I could come up with a few other types of spinners. I can only imagine what they’ve seen over time.
If you only had one opportunity to travel in time, would you travel back to the past or into the future? I’ve given this quite some thought lately and I honestly don’t know what I’d do. Once I decided which one then it would be hard to narrow a time and place.
If I travel to the past then I could pick a time and place that I was interested in and see it unfold up close. It would be awesome to hang out with Jesus while He was still on the earth. It might be cool to watch America’s first colonies get organized, or Leonardo Da Vinci paint the Sistene Chapel, or watch the Pyramids of Egypt being built. It would also fascinate me to meet some of my relatives from 3 and 4 generations ago. Which might explain a couple of things for me. But then again, I would miss the modern luxuries most terribly. I especially would miss the modern bathroom the most, followed by readily accessible food, electricity, heating and air conditioning, air and automobile travel and my cellphone and iPad of course. I’m sure there’s a lot more, but those were to name a few.
Now if I were to travel into the future, I might get frightened at what lies ahead. I may not be able to use the most simplest things because of advances in technologies. My curiousity would definitely be stimulated and I would not be bored. Would I travel just enough to see what happens in my life time or would I want to go several centuries into the future?
Next, how would I prepare for my time travel? What would I wear? What would I take with me? That would depend on whether I went forward or backward.
As you can see, it’s not an easy decision. Given the opportunity, I’m not sure which direction I would choose.
A few years ago I took this photo while playing tourist somewhere in Massachusetts. I’m not sure why this planter stood out to me, but it definitely got me to thinking. What if our thoughts come exploding out of our head like the plants in this photo? You really can’t see your thoughts so who knows what they look like in the invisible realm.
Do thoughts continue to grow? If I had a thought a couple of years ago and forgot about it and then had the same thought again, would it be like a new plant or an old plant that just had some new growth?
How many thoughts can a person have in a day? How do they fit in our heads all at once? I think it’s absurd to think that anyone could really measure the number of thoughts that one could have because while they were measuring they would be thinking of something while they were trying to measure and would they count that as two or one?
Yesterday was a bit of a sad day as I took an 87-year old lady to a neurologist to have her memory tested. She failed the memory test miserably and was told that she has the beginning stages of Alzheimers. It was tough watching her take the test and seeing her frustration at not being able to answer the questions.
On the ride home she said “I can remember things!” I asked her “How would you know if you forgot them if you forgot them?” She thought about it for a second and replied, “I guess I wouldn’t know.” It’s one thing to know you’ve forgotten the name of something or how to do something, but it’s another thing to completely forget to do something. I reassured her that the doctor’s just wanted to make sure that she was able to take her medication properly. Forgetting to take it or taking it too often could pose a serious health problem for her. She seemed to think that was a good thing. I just hope she remembers our conversation.
Words can me fun. There are some words that imitate sounds when you say them. Words like zap, boom, and buzz that really describe an action. I like those words because I tend to get a visual in my head of what’s actually happening in story or article I’m reading.
Then there are words that are just plain funny to say. Words like booger, belch, fart and puke are hilarious. If you don’t believe me just see what happens when a kid says them. I’m not sure who came up with words like that or why most of those funny words have to do with body functions. Whoever it was had a good sense of humor. I wonder, are those words just as funny in other languages?