Spinning

Hey Bloggy Boo.  I tried a spinning class for the first time ever and I probably won't be able to sit down for a week. The thing is, we biked several miles and remained all the live long day at the very same spot we started on.  I am sure you have seen hamsters in wheels?  Don't get me started.

I don't know what it is, but I have a real problem with spinning and cycling and running and bowing and curtsying and shimmying and not actually GOING anywhere.  It annoys me.

It's a little scary, the way they clamp your feet into the pedals.   Talk about commitment.  I was all tra la dee da hey I'm trying something new today, and she was like clampclamp .into the pedals. Alrighty.  Off we go!  Since now I don't  get a choice.  Of course I am thinking about what it would actually look like if I were to ...try to reach for my water, say? I imagine  Rubber- Band Nancy.

So anyway  I'm clamped which basically means I have somehow wandered into the castle of Dungeon and Dragons without  the glowing amulet to set me free. I'm committed. About ten seconds in, my a$$ was on fire and I thought I was pretty much not going to make it.....

Turns out I'm okay.  We rolled up hills and did sprints and all sorts of imaginary things.  Then I realized that's why I have a problem with  this rigmarole.

Sisyphus. That guy.


So exercise actually is torture.