If you have read past blogs of mine, you will see that I have kind-of, sort-of become hooked on spinning in my exercise regimen. It started out many months ago when I took a deep breath and planted myself in the BACK row of bikes…..the idea was to be able to make a fast getaway if I needed to. Well, I stayed for the 45 minute class, pretty darn proud of myself. This morning I took my 3rd spinning class this week. Each teacher uses different music (tho it is almost always LOUD!). They each have different techniques….different voices….different ways of sparring us on. I should mention that I have now advanced to the third row from the front…..pretty impressive, huh? NOT!
Today I had a teacher I had never had before…..a very fit man, muscles bulging out of his shirt…..and very obviously someone who loves to punish. (Well, ok, not really.) Actually he was a nice guy. But at 9:30 on this Saturday morning I didn't want any motivational anything! And since I am now in the third row, he could see my face clearly, so how could I make nasty faces his way? I couldn't! Rather, each time he said "ADD MORE RESISTANCE….remember this is YOUR RIDE" I wanted to tell him to what he could do with the resistance! But I resisted (pun intended)…..and, besides, I was out of breath! So I closed my eyes and could just picture him with one of those official helmets on….and gloves so his hands would not get blistered from gripping the handlebars. Yeah, it was a pretty ugly picture going on in my head. In the end I finished the 45 minute class, drenched (I have never been one who perspires much-til spinning hit me). My face was quite red, almost matched my red hair. AND I thanked him for the great job he did while others were applauding.
Good heavens, are we who exercise crazy masochists, I keep asking myself? I mean what in the world possesses me (or anyone ) to spin three days a week, or go to a ZUMBA class at 6:30 at night when the day has already been pretty active, or do a turbo kick class after an hour of a different aerobic exercise? Well, I could go on and on, but I won't bore you. In the end it makes me feel better and helps to justify popping a handful of chocolate chips (alright, two handfuls) in my mouth.
Do you feel like your world is spinnnnnnnnning? Hey, come join the rest of us …. really, it can be fun.
Have a great Saturday!
Rusty married her high school sweetheart, Jim. They have four children and seven adorable