The thing that most excites me about working out, is taking a spinning class. I've heard such great things about spinning! Close friends of mine have lost a lot of weight, simply by spinning and eating healthy. Since I've always loved riding a bike, I felt like this would be my groove. This would be what I embrace. This would be what I can stick with. So I signed up for my first class this morning.
I thought I was ready for the "saddle soreness". By that, I mean that I knew it would happen, but...ouch. From what I hear, it takes a few weeks to harden up, so to speak. But I can do it!
Another thing I wasn't quite expecting, was the length of the class. I thought it was 30 minutes. Nope. One hour of spinning. One hour of never stopping. One hour of "Ok, now we are going to climb for 12 minutes, with five increments of resistance...ready? Up out of the saddle. Let's go!"
I would have quit many times over if I had been by myself.
But I wasn't by myself. I was in a room full of people and they were all doing it. Some were even shouting with glee. Me? I was concentrating. "Breathe in. Breathe out. You can do it. Did you hear her? Just twenty more seconds and then you can sit down. You can do it!" All the while, music was blaring through the speakers. It was great, and very motivating. I love the music!
And I did it! I finished the whole hour without dying.
After the class, my biker neighbor, whom I had exchanged a few words with before class, asked me how I liked the class. I said, "It pretty much kicked my butt, and that's exactly what I need."
Spinning class: I'm here to stay.