I did a spinning class this Saturday. No, not the kind where you learn how to turn some sort of grass into yarn, or the kind where you twirl like a dervish. The kind where they put you on a bike, strap you into said bike and then proceed to turn the lights off and yell at you to "get out of the saddle and CRANK IT UP!" while you spin your way to glorious nowhere.
I've been afraid of the spinning class because the only people I ever see going INTO that room of bikes are people with no fat on their bodies (great genetics/workethic) and special butt padded pants (great confidence). I, therefore, lacking two of the two qualifications for spinning class, concluded that I would never be able to do it. But I did! I did! And though they never said it would be easy, it was worth it.
I sweated my way through a full hour of intense uphill biking while staying comfortably in one place. It was more fun than running and by the end, I was asking around about those butt padded spandex. (PS...I was sore in my nether regions for a good 3 days, but now I'm all better and ready to hit the spin again...)
All this is precursor to a very special NormalGirls announcement:
I bought and wear a pair of size 12 jeans. THE END.
3 comments:
Right now, here in Houston, in my stupid cubicle, at my silly job...I am doing a cheer for you. An e-twin, long-time-no-see, fellow Weight Watcher-y cheer. GO Ninny!!! You are my HERO!!
AWESOME!!! I too was afraid of spinning when I first did it, but it's totally my favorite workout- especially if you have a really good teacher. When I first started it took me two weeks before I was able to do a whole class without sitting down and biking slowly for a bit.
Congrats!
Hot damn!
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