Let me just start by saying that I thought I was on the path of being in pretty good shape (physically). After last night, I think now that I have a long, long way to go. About a half an hour into the class I was both almost puking my dinner up AND shooting hate thoughts to the spin instructor. Every time that woman told us to increase the tension on the bike and increase our rpm to anything over 55 I was pretty much telling her to eff off in my head! My poor legs were on fire! I watched the clock for the last 30 minutes with bated breath for the damn class to end. Spin class made running look like a leisurely stroll around the mall!
The after class Mexican bath idea would have been good however my only focus was getting myself to the arena without crying and or curling up in the fetal position in the parking lot.
Within an hour of finishing the class my lax friend, who is clearly mentally unstable, suggested we attend another session. I was shocked. Like birthing a child, are you not supposed to wait until you forget about the pain and suffering before you are stupid enough to do it again?
Although today is now filled with copious doses of Advil and I am currently sitting on a pillow because my ass is so sore, I will do this stupid bike ride to nowhere again. If nothing else to try to get to 31 minutes before I start spitting venom at the spin instructor.
