Friday, July 29, 2022

the last book I ever read (Lonely Boy: Tales from a Sex Pistol by Steve Jones, excerpt twelve)

from Lonely Boy: Tales from a Sex Pistol by Steve Jones:

My addictive impulses still show up out of the blue in unexpected ways, like the time a few years back when I had to have back surgery from doing too much spinning. It’s a workout they do in L.A. Not something you would necessarily want people to know you’d got hooked on, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s too late now to be hiding anything. Basically, spinning is aerobics on a bike. How it works is you have a bunch of people on stationary bikes, pedalling really fast (not the kind of pedalling I’m usually talking about) and looking at an instructor who tells them what to do. She says get out of the seat and you stand up on the pedals, get down and you go back down. There’s usually loud music as well – not the kind I would normally listen to, either.

Anyway, I got so obsessive about this whole process that I did it six days a week for a fucking year. I even reached the point where I was the guy on the podium and everyone was looking to me for a lead. Look, Ma, top of the world.

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