My First Spin Class
I attended my very first ever spinning class this morning with my friend, Meredith. I was warned ahead of time about the impending sore-bum, and when I saw Meredith bust out her inhaler and lay it with her sweat towel I had a brief (panick-y) inner monologue, but grabbed mine as well and propped it where I had seen her put hers. She’s a regular so I had personal assistance doing all of the pre-adjustments to the seat and pedals. I stretched a little and hoisted my bum as ungracefully as was possible onto my perch (those seats are high!!). We hung out in the back of the room, so I had a view of the instructor and my fellow classmates. The music started and I readied my little ears to absorb the directions and held on tight and off we went (or did not go as the bikes are stationery….).
My goals for this exercise were A) don’t fall off the bike B) don’t turn into a crying, asthmatic puddle and C) DON’T STOP PEDDLING no matter how slow I am going. I can truly say I enjoyed the music, I can truly say I was glad to have Meredith there for the “Oy Vey, this is HARD” looks I gave her. I had a woman in a red shirt and long ponytail in front of me/slightly to the right who was … I will say extremely enthusiastic and energetic. She was the one I watched (as well as the instructor) to see how fast I could be going?? But I swear if these bikes had had actual wheels and if hers had hit the ground, she would have sped off like the silver Delorean from Back to the Future, hit 88 miles per hour and been in another decade before the next beat of the song! I did my best not to be a wuss about it, I stood, I (kind of) sprinted, I kept steady paces and proudly, I made it through the class.
Holy spandex cycling shorts, y’all – that is a workout! Praise the Lord I did not melt off the spin bike and puddle on the floor. I will say that my thighs are killing me already, and to get all specific and technical – the bones and muscles directly on either side of “ladytown” are obscenely sore, which is a weird weird feeling. But overall, I think I might just add this to my gym class repertoire! I wasn’t exactly in love while doing it, but it went by quickly and the feeling afterwords is total elation and a true “holy cow, I did it” feeling. Sorry to say, though, that I was in no condition to mow the back yard when I got home (apologies to my husband).
So, go, my little spinners! Burn those calories, work those muscles and go forth with (somehow) renewed energy.
This is what I felt like doing immediately post-spinning: