OK, so this isn't the most glamorous of titles, but it is the truth. The cause of my current state of uncomfortableness is last night's spinning class. For the past 6 months, I have been consistent with my early morning workouts and the past 2 months have mostly revolved around weight lifting and toning. The results have been exactly what I had hoped in terms of toning up, but I still need to shed a few pounds. Basic science tells me that in order to do this, I need to expend some calories...especially since I'm choosing not to reduce my intake of said calories. I have been so motivated by all the bloggers who are logging numerous miles walking and running that I decided to re-acquaint myself with my treadmill. I always refer to my treadmill as my "friend". Something about it soothes me. Yes, I'm weird! Well, my dear "friend" has passed on. The motor is fried! We had a long and wonderful relationship, but it is over. Not wanting to spend the money on a new one just yet, I figured it was time to darken the doors of the gym again.
I had intended to stop by after work and log a few miles on the treadmill there, but the second I pulled into the parking lot I knew the likelihood of that was slim. All the cardio equipment was occupied. Not wanting to waste my resolve to burn those extra calories, I eagerly jumped in on the spinning class. Hey, I've been working out...should be no problem. Now I'm not new to spinning, but it has been a while. Being the eager beaver, I claimed the bike in the middle - right in front of the instructor. She was this perky little thing that spent time "getting to know us" before the class began. I had no intention of drawing too much attention to myself, but I certainly wanted her to know I might struggle to keep up. I made it clear that this was the first time in a mighty long time I had climbed aboard a bike. The other class members were regulars except for me and a brand-new spinner who happened to be a teenager, so she doesn't count. I mean, when you are in your teens, you are supposed to be able to keep up in any cardio class...right? Right! LOL!
Class began well - a mix of 80's music and a fired up instructor. What more could you ask for? Obviously, alot! I made it through the first 2 songs, sweating and only gasping for air a few times, all the while thinking "Not so bad. I think I can do this". Then the fun began. What I didn't realize was the first 2 songs were just the warm-up! Throughout the class, the instructor kept checking in on the newbies, you know, making sure we were OK. I always responded with a thumbs up and a smile, muttering through clenched teeth, "I'm dying here! Get me some oxygen!" Forty or fifty simulated sprints and hill climbs later we were done. I was sweating profusely but I was feelin' good! So good, in fact, that I decided to stay for the boxing class. Like I said earlier, I'm crazy. Fortunately for me, it was a beginner's class, but it was still a butt-kicking session. I left relaxed, happy and committed to returning next week for both classes.
But today I am rethinking that decision. I hurt in places I didn't even know I had. Do we really have muscles around our knees? My bum hurts, my legs ache and we won't even talk about the pain I'm feeling in my nether region! I had forgotten how that cycle seat does a number on...ahem, our most private places. I'm hoping my awkward walk will be attributed to my recent episodes of vertigo. We'll keep the real reason between us friends. OK? OK!