I really enjoy spinning. It’s a killer workout smashed into a 60 minute session that always makes me feel great.
Those 60 minutes are always grueling. I’d like to take you through my thought process at last night’s spin class:
5:55 p.m. – wow, look at that guy in front of my, he’s already dripping in sweat. The floor around him is drenched and class hasn’t even begun. Man I hope that no one did that to my bike today. Gross.
6:02 p.m. – Let’s get this thing going.
6:03 p.m. – Oh crap. Is my seat too low, he keeps going over the proper form and I don’t know what half of these words mean.
6:08 p.m. – I already want to die. Should my first hill be this hard? Oh man, not a good sign for tonight.
6:15 p.m. – This is supposed to be recovery? No way. Wait, is this Blink 182? Yep, All the Small Things. Man that reminds me of eighth grade.
6:20 p.m. – I’m this tired and I’m only 1/3 of the way through. I’m already getting sweaty
6:21 p.m. – Man, those girls triceps are nice. I wish mine looked like that. Maybe one day someone will be in here saying that about me.
6:30 p.m. – Why isn’t the girl with the nice triceps sweating. She doesn’t even look winded.
6:31 p.m. – What the heck is this other girl wearing. Are those neck ruffles on a gym shirt? Really… really?
6:40 p.m. – I think the only vocab this guys knows is harder and more resistance. He’s killing me.
6:41 p.m. – I’m starting to learn that every time he says get a drink he really means, wipe the ridiculous amount of sweat off your face because I’m going to make this so much harder.
6:42 p.m. - Jack's Mannequin - awesomeness. This guy's music selection blows, but I'm happy to hear this song.
6:45 p.m. – Only two more hills on the climb, oh wait did he just say that they will be the hardest climbs of the night.
6: 50 p.m. – I don’t think my resistance can go any higher. I won’t have the strength to push the pedals.
6:55 p.m. – Awesome cool down. Finally. That was hell.
7:00 p.m. – So glad that hot guy was here, nothing quite says attractive like a ton of sweat and an inability to stop gasping for air… where’s my inhaler?
7:05 p.m. – I feel great. I think I could do that all over again.