Work paid for a very nice mushroom risotto at the Red Room due to our French counterpart flying in for training with us.
That has nothing to do with Spin Class but I like telling people when I score free stuff. Did I mention that my gym membership for a month was only 31quid rather than the 61quid it was supposed to be because someone messed up? Well.. my gym membership for a month was only 31quid rather than the 61quid it was supposed to be because someone messed up!
I know some people wanted to break this news first, but.. I went to BODYStep last night. Aerobics! :S
The entire class was female except for me (if you saw me with long hair you might question that point). I went because Sheila does it and because I don’t mind giving new things a shot, even if it is the most embarassing thing I’ve ever done (it wasn’t, but it was definately up there!). I was surprised that it actually felt like a workout and horrified to find out that it requires coordination! Not just coordination but timing and a sense of direction as well! I stood no chance. I was getting left behind all the time, just trying to watch the instructors feet to work out what to do.. forget about the arms! Anyway, it was a laugh, and that’s good right? RIGHT?!
The Spin class tonight started at 7.15 so I had plenty of time to get there. Made the mistake of eating something at home and then ran to the gym. Still had 20mins or so to kill so I gave one of the elliptical trainer/cross trainers a shot. I get how they work now but what I want to know is why my feet keep sliding sideways off the foot pads?! Could get dangerous if I actually put the pace on, slip and end up needing the jaws of life to free my mangled legs from the contraption.
Into the exercise bike area and fiddle with the seat until it’s right. It wasn’t. Hard to tell though with such a quick spin. Maybe next week I’ll have it sussed? Yet another disadvantage of having size 14 feet is the fact that they don’t really fit into standard pedals with toe-clips and straps. I mean, they do, but ya gotta run loose and twist da feet in a bit. Not optimal positioning by any stretch of the imagination.
What followed was 45 minutes of arse-whipping. I didn’t realise how terribly unfit I was until I did this class. I had to slow down so I didn’t spew and I’m sure I wasn’t working as hard as the instructor who didn’t appear to be sweating at all, whereas I had a small lake around me by the end. It was hard! Not because I was pushing myself.. because I am fscking unfit! Again, I’d underestimated the session and came out barely able to walk.. until I ran home that is, but that was more so I didn’t freeze to death in wet shorts and t-shirt.
I will be going back for more of the same as often as possible! I wish the sessions were longer (well, not yet, maybe when I can ride again). I’m more pumped now to get fitter so it was a doubly beneficial session. Now if I could just get a roadie and start racing again..
Hey, I loike what I hear with you working out! Just remember, most of the class has probably been doing this for awhile. Allow yourself time.
Yeah, it’s not like I ride much is it? :S
I don’t care, I’ll keep going back until I can do to the bike what it did to me. Meltdown!
Beefcake! Beefcake! ๐
I’m sure signing up at the gym had nothing to do with the many fit females…
Actually, it had nothing to do with fit females. I was paid up before I saw any fit females.
It COULD have been class after class of hefty fuglies but that would’ve just given me a false sense of superior fitness ๐
I joined for sanity and fitness reasons alone. Any hotties are an untaxable fringe benefit. ๐
So nyer! ๐
And so say all of us. I’ve tried to explain the whole thing about me liking Ballet and Yoga, and how the hotties are just a bonus and I’d be doing it anyway blah blah…
But when it comes down to it, if it’s that one night a month you’re struggling for motivation, you can drag yourself there by going "I couldn’t be fscked exercising, but I could do with a perve." Works for me. But that’s only VERY rare occasions. As I’m sure it is with hippy, it’s all for the love of it.