After a 7:00 p.m. yoga class last night w/ Tracy the 5:15 a.m. alarm was not a welcome sound to say the least. I’m not sure what it was that moved me to get up have a bowl of cereal and cup of coffee and get out the door – but whatever it was I would like to bottle and sell it.
I purposefully followed a lady into the cycling room that looked like she knew what she was doing. Watched her adjust her seat and tried to act like I knew what I was doing as I adjusted mine. I hopped on the bike and that was the last time today that my legs have felt normal.
Melissa, our instructor, had the sweet kindness to begin the class by saying “Everything is optional. Everyone can work at their own pace.” But once she sat on her bike I think she became a different person. First observation, the LOUD, rhythmic music makes you feel like you could ride a million miles (cue Boom, Boom Pow re-mix). Second observation, first observation is null after 10 min.
At one point sweet Melissa was yelling “Get up, get up, push, push, push!!!” A few moments later she was sitting on the floor in front of the bike next to me pushing a towel up against the bike’s spin wheel yelling “get up, push, push, push, sit down… now get up, push!!” In my sweat drenched and dripping head I’m asking myself… isn’t she making it harder for that girl? And that’s the way it went for 45 min until everyone got their turn at Melissa’s one-on-one attention.
I’m already craving my next class…. sadistic, I know.
OH… and as I’m always making mental notes to myself… this morning’s was a reminder that post-spin-class legs don’t take the stairs without jiggling like J-E-L-L-O —– quite embarrassing actually!
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