London one-way!

It burns everywhere. I’m tingling and my head is going in circles. It feels like it’s been going for ever but I just can’t tell. My face must be telling its own story because I’m certainly not in control. I’m really just going with it. I don’t know what else to do. Is it going to be like this every time?

You dirty people. I know what you’re thinking. Do you think I’d really write that in a blog?!

I happen to be referring to my first ever spin class at the gym. Forty-five minutes of pure hell that somehow melts into a type of satisfaction at the end. I’m not afraid of my capabilities and I went up to the instructor at the beginning to tell him I’m a newbie to this class. And god I’m glad I did. It gave me some excuse for the periods of time I spent wheezing through my throat and gasping for fresh air. A good spin class can melt 4-500 calories. How mad is that. I now understand why.

The intensity doesn’t change, it’s difficult all the way through. Warm up, hill climbing, every time I had to lift my arse off the seat and hold it mid-air while peddling to fast dance tracks made me want to scream. No actually, at one stage I nearly began to cry. I think the girl next to me thought I was a freak. There were beads dripping down my face but they weren’t tears, they were a waterfall of sweat raining down on me. I can usually tell how hard my workouts are according to how sweaty my clothes are when I finish – yeah, I looked (and felt) like I’d been swimming!

But somehow, as my legs began to do what I want, and I increased or decreased the resistance to the right level for me, I even pedalled standing during our last three minutes of freestyling, with some slight hint of a smile on my face. I had worked through a cramp earlier on, and discovered that counting down with Sean or silently pleading for him to let us drop our butts back down to our seats would seem to hurry those things up. I’ll be back for more.

The cool thing is that when I signed up today, it happened to be open day and I pay nothing for July. Also, because I’m a carer I come under health and emergency services which means I am part of the ‘corporate’ package and pay a lower rate for my gym membership when I start paying in August. I think tomorrow might call for some yoga or a stretch class. I had enough trouble walking home today with legs like jelly. I almost felt like crawling up the stairs before, not climbing them.

Au revoir!

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