Monday night Hillary and I went to our local YMCA. We don't go as often as we should, but it is a good way to relieve some stress. We had discussed taking a spinning class since we joined and decided early in the day that tonight was going to be the night. For those of you who don't know what "spinning" is, I will explain: Spinning is a form of exercise, whereas you fill a room with these bicycle like torture devices and while facing a mirror, follow the instructions of the nicest evil person I personally have ever met.
The spinner(I hate that term already) I used was very similar to the one pictured, so explaining this might be a little easier. As in all things great and small, we arrived just a little late to our class and couldn't really see well because the lights were dimmed in the room. We dropped off our gym bags, quickly found our spinners(grrr), and positioned them in the room.
Now I have been riding bikes for oh about twenty one years or so, and with that great knowledge, I know when any bike is not setup correctly. Once I had my bike positioned in the center of the room, mind you there are people all around me just peddling away, with my keen instincts I realized i had issues with my machine. Some evil sadistic soul previously to my encounter had tilted the front of the seat "up" causing just a little tilt in weight displacement. It took me less than a second to realize this, it is not something that you can ignore. So, not wanting to cause more interruption in the class, I got off the bike, and lowered my seat so that my legs could relieve some of the pain. There...problem averted. When out of my blind-spot there stood our little militant leader in spandex and microphone. She insisted that I get off my bike and adjust it to the correct height. Lucky me! And she just happened to have her mic on!?! How could this get any better!
Now I am stuck, fully extended, feet strapped in, with all of 230lbs of Chuck resting on approximately 1.5 square inches of my body. And without going into detail, lets just say that that part of my body should NEVER, EVER hold the bulk of my weight, EVER. But not wanting to quit I keep going...Faster.... slower... (oww) faster... slower....stand up..sit down...(ouch)....left leg...right leg...(Dear God please let me live through this)....faster, standing....slower sitting...(tick-tock goes the clock)faster...even faster...break(she call break without stopping, our legs keep pumping)high impact...low impact...All the while we are listening to music featured on The Biggest Loser. Thanks YMCA!! Now my esteem is completely shot!
At this point I am completely drenched in sweat. I am not really sure, but somewhere about 45-50 minutes into the routine something happens in my throat. I get this little tickling sensation, and i think to myself, "Oh, I think I might throw up!" Just then the scenario played in my brain: I try to jump from my bike...I have to lift straight up...my feet get caught in there straps...I tumble to the floor, bike on top of me... and then vomit; we leave our YMCA and its glorious membership behind, forever. Case closed. But that never happened, and in just ten long minutes it was all over. All in all, it was a great workout, mind the huge uncomfortable factor. And we plan on returning possibly as soon as tonight. Sitting is a little easier today, so why not? Only this time, I believe we will arrive early before the lights go dim.
The spinner(I hate that term already) I used was very similar to the one pictured, so explaining this might be a little easier. As in all things great and small, we arrived just a little late to our class and couldn't really see well because the lights were dimmed in the room. We dropped off our gym bags, quickly found our spinners(grrr), and positioned them in the room.
Now I have been riding bikes for oh about twenty one years or so, and with that great knowledge, I know when any bike is not setup correctly. Once I had my bike positioned in the center of the room, mind you there are people all around me just peddling away, with my keen instincts I realized i had issues with my machine. Some evil sadistic soul previously to my encounter had tilted the front of the seat "up" causing just a little tilt in weight displacement. It took me less than a second to realize this, it is not something that you can ignore. So, not wanting to cause more interruption in the class, I got off the bike, and lowered my seat so that my legs could relieve some of the pain. There...problem averted. When out of my blind-spot there stood our little militant leader in spandex and microphone. She insisted that I get off my bike and adjust it to the correct height. Lucky me! And she just happened to have her mic on!?! How could this get any better!
Now I am stuck, fully extended, feet strapped in, with all of 230lbs of Chuck resting on approximately 1.5 square inches of my body. And without going into detail, lets just say that that part of my body should NEVER, EVER hold the bulk of my weight, EVER. But not wanting to quit I keep going...Faster.... slower... (oww) faster... slower....stand up..sit down...(ouch)....left leg...right leg...(Dear God please let me live through this)....faster, standing....slower sitting...(tick-tock goes the clock)faster...even faster...break(she call break without stopping, our legs keep pumping)high impact...low impact...All the while we are listening to music featured on The Biggest Loser. Thanks YMCA!! Now my esteem is completely shot!
At this point I am completely drenched in sweat. I am not really sure, but somewhere about 45-50 minutes into the routine something happens in my throat. I get this little tickling sensation, and i think to myself, "Oh, I think I might throw up!" Just then the scenario played in my brain: I try to jump from my bike...I have to lift straight up...my feet get caught in there straps...I tumble to the floor, bike on top of me... and then vomit; we leave our YMCA and its glorious membership behind, forever. Case closed. But that never happened, and in just ten long minutes it was all over. All in all, it was a great workout, mind the huge uncomfortable factor. And we plan on returning possibly as soon as tonight. Sitting is a little easier today, so why not? Only this time, I believe we will arrive early before the lights go dim.
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How did Hillary do?
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