Spin=Circles of DEATH
So on Thursday I woke up at 4:30 in the morning from a stress dream about parents at work. Thankfully I cannot really remember what it was about anymore. But I woke up and then couldn't stop thinking and worrying about work (thank god teachers get paid so much!...) so I decided I would get up and go to the gym.
As stated in the previous post, there was a spin class at 6am I didn't think I would ever actually be awake for. So this was an opportunity not to be missed. I had heard good things about spin and decided I would go give it a try. I didn't know much about it, just that it was on bikes, and I like bikes! So I thought how bad could it be??
So I get there, go up the the instructor and tell her I am new. She is a shorter fit as hell chick who reminded me of a little drill instructor. She sets me on a bike right next to us, which was unfortunately at the front of the room. I go get water, and class starts. She turns off the lights, turns up the music, and we all start peddling.
It was about the time that she had us stand on the pedals while peddling super fast and yelling that I realized I might have made a mistake. We did some standing and sitting and turning up the gears on our bikes. Thinking about doing this for an hour started to make me slightly fearful.
And then she wanted us to do an endurance blast. 45 seconds, fast paced, high gear blast. About 30 seconds in, I audibly started telling my self to "come on, stick with this, you can do it." Thankfully the music was too loud for anyone to hear me because I felt a giant nerd.
Even though I thought my leg's were going to fall off, I finished the blast out strong. I turned down the gear, slowed down, and was flooded with fabulous endorphins. She started to walk around and she said to me "Pretty intense huh?" and I told her it was but it was great.
The second the word "great" left my mouth, my heart rate came down, and the endorphins went away and I realized I was most likely going to either die or puke. I didn't want to get up and walk out though. I also didn't want to puke all over my bike. And I certainly didn't want to keel over and die and be remembered as the thick girl that stroked out at Spin Class. I didn't want to bother anyone, and I really didn't want to piss off the instructor because while she was very nice, she was VERY hardcore.
I felt like I was 14 again. I was embarrassed that I was going to have to leave, but frustrated with myself that I was having trouble taking care of myself just because I was worried what other people would think about me. So I just pedaled and didn't do what she was saying. I cooled down for about 10 minutes then decided this was stupid and I should just leave. I am a freaking adult and this is the gym. I am suppose to work up to things, not be hardcore rocking thick chick right away.
So I got up and leaned against the wall. The instructor can up to me and I told her I couldn't keep going and I had bitten off more than I could chew. She was really awesome about it.She told me that it was perfectly ok, that people in the room had been biking for years, that it was really hard, and she didn't want me to get discouraged. She said one day I would be able to do the whole hour, and she better see me in class again at some point.
It was an hour long class (which is ridiculous) and I made it 20 minutes with a 10 minute cool down. It actually isn't that bad considering it's been so long since I have really worked out (8 years since I consistently actually worked out).
I proceeded to the locker room and laid down on the bench. I had to run and vomit up the last bit of water I had drank during class, which I was not happy about. I haven't ever had that happen to me before. I laid back down and felt MUCH better. Then I went to work and go there SUPER early. I relaxed and ate the rest of my breakfast while hanging out with the classroom Guinea Pigs.
I pushed myself too hard. Luckily I was only a little sore the next day. I have been worse.
So. Mistakes were made. Won't be making those again.
I went back to the gym today. This time it was lovely! I enjoyed myself so much! I went in and did 20 minutes on the elliptical, then 20 on a bike, then did some strength training with my legs. I would have done the arms, but I had to meet friends for a Mardi Gras dinner. It was just so nice and relaxing. So much so that I want to go back tomorrow. I know there is a yoga class tomorrow. I could do that, some cardio, then my arms.
I didn't eat well Friday, and I could have been better today. Not sure at what I am going to come in at tomorrow for weight in. I took measurements the other day and there wasn't a change. Lame.
Anyways. Yay working out. It's about damn time I actually started to do it. Happy I did. Looking forward to tomorrow!
As stated in the previous post, there was a spin class at 6am I didn't think I would ever actually be awake for. So this was an opportunity not to be missed. I had heard good things about spin and decided I would go give it a try. I didn't know much about it, just that it was on bikes, and I like bikes! So I thought how bad could it be??
So I get there, go up the the instructor and tell her I am new. She is a shorter fit as hell chick who reminded me of a little drill instructor. She sets me on a bike right next to us, which was unfortunately at the front of the room. I go get water, and class starts. She turns off the lights, turns up the music, and we all start peddling.
It was about the time that she had us stand on the pedals while peddling super fast and yelling that I realized I might have made a mistake. We did some standing and sitting and turning up the gears on our bikes. Thinking about doing this for an hour started to make me slightly fearful.
And then she wanted us to do an endurance blast. 45 seconds, fast paced, high gear blast. About 30 seconds in, I audibly started telling my self to "come on, stick with this, you can do it." Thankfully the music was too loud for anyone to hear me because I felt a giant nerd.
Even though I thought my leg's were going to fall off, I finished the blast out strong. I turned down the gear, slowed down, and was flooded with fabulous endorphins. She started to walk around and she said to me "Pretty intense huh?" and I told her it was but it was great.
The second the word "great" left my mouth, my heart rate came down, and the endorphins went away and I realized I was most likely going to either die or puke. I didn't want to get up and walk out though. I also didn't want to puke all over my bike. And I certainly didn't want to keel over and die and be remembered as the thick girl that stroked out at Spin Class. I didn't want to bother anyone, and I really didn't want to piss off the instructor because while she was very nice, she was VERY hardcore.
I felt like I was 14 again. I was embarrassed that I was going to have to leave, but frustrated with myself that I was having trouble taking care of myself just because I was worried what other people would think about me. So I just pedaled and didn't do what she was saying. I cooled down for about 10 minutes then decided this was stupid and I should just leave. I am a freaking adult and this is the gym. I am suppose to work up to things, not be hardcore rocking thick chick right away.
So I got up and leaned against the wall. The instructor can up to me and I told her I couldn't keep going and I had bitten off more than I could chew. She was really awesome about it.She told me that it was perfectly ok, that people in the room had been biking for years, that it was really hard, and she didn't want me to get discouraged. She said one day I would be able to do the whole hour, and she better see me in class again at some point.
It was an hour long class (which is ridiculous) and I made it 20 minutes with a 10 minute cool down. It actually isn't that bad considering it's been so long since I have really worked out (8 years since I consistently actually worked out).
I proceeded to the locker room and laid down on the bench. I had to run and vomit up the last bit of water I had drank during class, which I was not happy about. I haven't ever had that happen to me before. I laid back down and felt MUCH better. Then I went to work and go there SUPER early. I relaxed and ate the rest of my breakfast while hanging out with the classroom Guinea Pigs.
I pushed myself too hard. Luckily I was only a little sore the next day. I have been worse.
So. Mistakes were made. Won't be making those again.
I went back to the gym today. This time it was lovely! I enjoyed myself so much! I went in and did 20 minutes on the elliptical, then 20 on a bike, then did some strength training with my legs. I would have done the arms, but I had to meet friends for a Mardi Gras dinner. It was just so nice and relaxing. So much so that I want to go back tomorrow. I know there is a yoga class tomorrow. I could do that, some cardio, then my arms.
I didn't eat well Friday, and I could have been better today. Not sure at what I am going to come in at tomorrow for weight in. I took measurements the other day and there wasn't a change. Lame.
Anyways. Yay working out. It's about damn time I actually started to do it. Happy I did. Looking forward to tomorrow!
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