I Thought I Might Die

Also know as Spinning.

As I walked into the gym last Monday, the instructor of my Total Toning (or whatever they call it) class roped me into suggested I try out her Spinning Class. I've been thinking about it for awhile anyway but I just wasn't sure. Because I've heard it's tough. I've seen people do it and it looks scary hard. Anyway, long story short, I did it. And I didn't die so I tried it again this week.

I was winded before the warmup was over. Since I'm so very smart (ahem, not!) I forgot my water. Never again will I make that mistake. Never. I kept pedaling and halfway through the first set of "hills" I pretty much almost quit. My heart was pounding, I was gasping for air. I did not quit, but I did crank down the resistance a bit. I also snuck out in the hall for just a minute to suck down some liquid out of the water fountain. But I got back on the bike. Kept pedaling. Last week I would have told you I have never sweat so much in my life, but this week topped even that. Every single hair on my head was soaked. After that first bit of feeling like I was going to collapse right off of the bike and die right then and there it got better. It wasn't easy, but it was possible to keep going. Then I felt like I was in some kind of groove and I made it through the rest of the class. Sweaty, and thirsty, and exhausted. But feeling a sense of accomplishment because I did it. It was hard and I pushed through it.

Don't be too proud of me. I mean, I sat a little when everyone else was standing, I didn't crank up the gear every time she said to. I think a few times I might have put the resistance down before it was time, but my feet kept moving. It feels good.

I didn't die. I think I'll go back too.