Day 364: This morning Mike and I went to the Lifetime Fitness in Parker for our daily workout. As we walked in we looked at each other and said, “see you in 90 minutes” and went our separate ways.
I started off on the treadmill for five minutes and then decided that I wanted to try out a spin class. I hopped off the tread and headed towards the spin studio and luckily walked in right before the 8:30 a.m. class was starting. Since I’ve moved to Denver I have been to one spin class and the year before that in DC I made it to two of them. In the last two years my class time has been replaced by primarily yoga. However, the year that I spent living in Boston I was hooked to spinning classes. I made a weekly schedule of what classes I could attend and stuck to them. Often times they were the highlight of my day.
After my two-year hiatus I was feeling pretty nervous. Where do my hands go? Is my back straight enough or too straight? Are my legs moving at the proper speed? Why am I the only person breathing so hard? Did I just sing out loud for a second? Has anyone noticed that I am the only person in the class of twenty-two without clip-in shoes? Luckily, the lights dimmed and my frightening thoughts drifted away. To my surprise two huge movie theater sized screens came down from the ceiling and started showing a documentary on Tour de France (with subtitles). The 55 minute class flew by and before I knew it there was that same puddle of sweat next to my bike that I used to see every other night at Boston Sports Club.
Tomorrow I will be sore, but for now, I am just happy to have found something that I used to love. After I was able to calm my breathing I went over to the free weight/ab section of the gym and knocked out 15 minutes of random mat work until my handsome husband told me it was time to leave. We walked out of the gym hand-in-hand, ready for the last sweat session that I will be blogging about tomorrow.
It’s been one hell of a ride. Thanks for taking it with me. xxoo