Had a working trip to Tucson today and got home in time to make it to the gym for a 5:30 pm cycling class. I can honestly say I was nervous. One hour! Only crazy people would subject themselves to that sort of torture!
B. had challenged me to do at least one class a week. I've never done it before and always felt intimidated. But I had made the commitment and told myself I could bail out if it was horrible.
Mr. MG had told me the rules:
- Be there a half hour early to sign in at the front desk.
- Set your towels on your bike to reserve it.
- Take 2 water bottles.
- And if you can Bike 19 is the best.
- Listen to the instructor but don't feel bad if you can't do what they ask.
When I got to the gym, I set my mind to the room and got already. I reminded myself several times, "you promised to try."
And you know what? It wasn't too bad. The were sections that just about killed me so I backed off and just spun. The first 20 minutes were rough. I mean who can sprint while standing up?
There were others in the class that were beginners like me and I felt confortable because I wasn't the only one who occassionally sat the routine out.
But I never stopped. And I'll do it again.
I think my body is going through a sort of de-tox. And I'm proud that I pushed through the resistance my body put up.
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