Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Confessions of a Spinning Virgin

You know the pictures. The beautiful fresh faced fully made up female on the bike with white towel hanging perfectly around her neck. Pink water bottle in hand. Smiling.
Its NOT like that.


You think hey I used to have a bike like twenty years ago.... Used to spend hours on the thing. How hard can one forty five minute spin class be..
Then Pencil man walks in. Damn.


After feeling like a pure helpless girl having to get the instructor to adjust my bike for me (felt the need tell him that I can change a tyre but I decided to keep my trap shut and not to draw attention to myself) I hopped on...
Things were going fine till this resistance thingy. Resistance thingy wasn't so bad until standing up came into play..
I'm only being a drama queen. I knew there was going to be standing etc and he told us to keep the resistance low until we got used to the classes- apparently he wants us to come back not run for hills after the first ever session..after fifteen minutes of his class if I thought there was a hill nearby I would have taken off.

The class it self was not as bad as I thought.As it just happened to be all ladies Pencil man kept it light hearted and fun but still tough...with a little bit of banter between us all every now and then...




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