Unceremoniously late to my first spin class. T’was the first day back at work and, I lost track of time. Before I knew it, it was 10mins before my maiden flywheel class and I made like NIKE and RAN.
While in the lift, I had contemplated doing the old boring eliptical but I thought, you need to challenge yourself. Already late, I was searching for the bike that I had booked: the elusive number 37 but I suspect one of those no good skinny bunnies took my bike so I was lost. With the deer in headlights look in place, I sat on a bike with clips. In an instant, the instructor approached me. Is this your first class? Damn it!
BUSTED! She was kind though, fixed me up, saddled me in and off, I went. The class ended earlier than I anticipated, time flies by when you are in sheer pain. What scares me even more? I went for the fat burning class so it was without intervals. Holy bamboo shoot!
What’s even more sick? I actually really liked it sans the sore saddle experience. Should I look for cycle shorts? Padded cycle shorts? I cannot imagine going through this pain every single time I’m in class as addictive as that might sound.
