"come on people! keep up with me here!" cries our teacher [who, by the way, is totally in shape and a walking beef of muscle.]
as my head begins to spin i wonder to myself, "now why am i here doing this willingly?"
spin class. anyone tried one?
well the recreation center here just bought a bunch of new spin bikes and created a spin room (photo above) with instructors and class times for such a steal of a cost that it sounded like a really great thing to do with my husband. a little together time three nights a week.
last night was our first night. now keep in mind this is the public rec center right? so it is not the crowd of usual meatheads and fitness geeks who are at the private gyms. nope. i thought i was gonna fit in just great here in this crowd of spinners. there are a number of people who look out of shape and middle-aged--ish just like me!
i was great for about the first 15 minutes. no joke. 15 minutes and then the instructor said, "turn the resistance one full turn and keep the pace going strong."
it was then that i knew i was in trouble. it was a mix of pains--bum hurting from not wearing my nicely padded biking shorts and my head spinning faster than my bike wheels. i was so dizzy i thought i would fall off the bike.
i had to admit that i could not keep the pace to save myself from total embarrassment [falling off the bike nose first]. i stayed on the bike but barely kept the wheels turning. then i look to my left at all the other fellow spinners in the class who i thought surely would be unable to keep it up too. not so. legs were spinning so fast i couldn't watch because of the added spin effect it created in my head!
at the end of class, rod and i agreed that it was the most difficult thing we have either ever done. i would take a c-section over that any day, i think! at least the doctors are kind enough to give you anesthetic. but spin class----holy burning, can't breath, heart beating out of your chest pain!
after class as we hobbled to get the boys from the child tending playroom i had the thought, "good quality time just spent with my husband! we can die together and not just one but THREE times a week!" well, really only two times because he has church meetings on wednesday nights. so i get to go it alone tomorrow night.
"come on people" --- wish me luck! please?