Ok, as you may or may not notice I am writing last nights post this morning. That is because somewhere between 5pm and bedtime my ability to actually process information and form sentences was temporarily terminated.
I was not able to go to the park last night to ride my bike. So, in my mind the next best option was going to the gym. I had seen they had a spinning class. “The Book” had referenced spinning classes. I mean the writer is a spin class instructor. So, I check my youngest into the kids club and I go upstairs to select a bike. I notice that everyone in there in holding an orange card. Ah, so you have to sign up. So, I go back down the stairs and get my orange card. Once I am up in the room, which I notice is rather warm. Confirm this because there is a thermometer on the wall. It says 80. Ok so we are apparently trying to simulate the great outdoors. Perhaps not having the music blaring would help with that, but whatever. Ok, so everyone seems to be pedaling 15 minutes before class starts. I guess we are warming up. I don’t want to look like a total dork so I start pedaling. Ok, this is not so bad. Just before class, about 5 minutes or so, Malibu Barbie walks in. She is the instructor. It is at this moment that I am starting to have second thoughts about the intelligence of participating in this class. But I am not a quitter. So, it is time for class to start. She cranks up the music. Oh, it wasn’t loud enough?! We have to have it at a level that now I can no longer hear a word she is saying through her Britney Spears headset. Off we go. Then she says up off the saddle. This means standup and pedal. I used to do that when I was a kid going up a hill. Ok, no problem. Yeah that was when I was 11. We have already established that I was mental at 11, what did I know about pain and stupidity. I think I was able to hold my butt off that saddle (bike seat) for all over about 30 seconds and I am being generous. Ok, so we will not be standing. I decide that if I am not standing, because I am a wuss, then I am going to tighten the little knob to make it harder. On and on this goes. Little Miss Sunshine keeps walking around the room and asking if everyone is doing great and should we tighten the little knob thingee one more turn. Screw you Barbie, you are not cycling you are walking. I can walk and smile. I made it 45 minutes before I had to throw in the towel. Now ultimately I pedaled my little heart out for 1 hour, which was my actual goal, but I did not make it through the whole class. I am ok with being a quitter.
I walk out of the room, now to a normal person this probably sounds very uninteresting, but you would be wrong. It was about 3 seconds out of the balmy beach pedaling room that I discovered my legs were not exactly working properly and I had minimal actual awareness of them being attached my body. My brain shifted into autopilot as a moved to the stairs. HOLY SHIT STAIRS!!! I have to descend them. I am not even sure I am actually controlling my legs any more at this point. Somehow I managed to get down. VERRRRY SLOWLY.
I decided that perhaps my days in spinning class might be numbered as in numbered to one. Well, at least for now. Maybe once I have been doing this a bit longer we can readdress the whole spin thing. For now I can spin at my own pace on the bikes in the main gym when I cannot ride my real bike. I never did manage to function properly for the rest of the evening. I am starting to think that my body decided it was no participating in the rest of my evening from that point forward. It was angry and honestly do you blame it
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