A Spinning Sonnet

Spin class
1 hour

A fleet of stationary cyclists, all in motion,
The brave Serpies spin on,
An instructor commanding devotion,
To this class, the next and beyond,

“Position one, position two, position three!”
He holds us through a special bond,
“More resistance, sprint harder, go faster!”
We have no choice but to respond,

My heart beats faster and faster,
What occupies the Serpies’ minds?
Do they enjoy this weekly torture?
Or simply the firmer behinds?

Sweat pours down my face; I’m heading for disaster!
I think of marathon day approaching and start to pedal faster.