A Second Try

I don't want to go on and on about my spin class but I do want you all to know I went back, in pain but I returned. I wasn't as confident and I was being a sloppy spinner. This means I couldn't keep my feet in those caged pedals contraptions. I popped my foot out three times or so messing up my already choppy rhythm. I just couldn't keep up, sitting was painful but now standing was painful. Our music theme was the Superbowl and the stand sit stuff was intensified by a zillion. If I was on a real bike, on a real road, really moving, I would be dead by now- total squashed squirrel. The instructor gave me the 'we're almost home look' because I was giving off that flattened roadkill look, ya right I was stuck still 3,000 miles away! The key to making it is don't listen to the instructor at all, stand, if you can, sit, if you can and screw the Tour de France force around me, especially push-up chick, today she was rocking out in a Lycra tank displaying off all her muscle parts- Show off!. Only my sister and I returned to the second class (neighbor bowed out) and my sis is following the STDFF too. Doing whatever she can to stay on the torture cycle. But this is a bragging moment, we made it! And we walked on the track afterward! I want to say I am bruised, my lower legs look like they have been removed to hit someone and then placed back on me. So much for the gorgeous gams but if your into greenish brown spotted posts, I'm your gal!