After a long and exhausting semester with essentially zero free time to enjoy being a human being, I’m making my grand return to one of my favorite places on earth: the gym. Ah, the gym! My old friend. My loyal companion. The one place I can go to let out all my frustrations and burn some calories at the same time. A labmate recently tried a spinning class, and I decided to give it a try with her tonight. All I knew about spinning was that it involved indoor bicycles; clearly I had no idea what I was in for. It turns out that spinning is hands-down the most painful and most uncomfortable form of exercise I’ve ever endured. Is this normal?
If you’re a spinning pro, please chime in here. Does it get better? Am I doing it wrong? Is it supposed to flatten my you-know-what into a pancake? Am I supposed to be hunched over like Quasimoto? I was so distracted by the pain in my back, wrists, and lady parts that I couldn’t focus on working out. I wound up giving up about halfway through and was counting down the minutes until I could get off that
torture-device bike. The worst part was that I could have pushed myself and gotten my heart rate up if I hadn’t been so super uncomfortable. Booooo. Spinning 1, Carolyn 0.
Another interesting observation from the class tonight: the instructor shut the lights, and we spun by the light of a string of white holiday lights. Is this what usually happens? I found it a little strange. Hmmm.
Anyway, I’ve decided to give it one more try before completely abandoning spinning and the associated ouchies. Maybe Round 2 will be better? We’ll see. For now, I’m going back to my usual workout routine of step and free weights until my body stops hurting. Don’t worry gym, I still love you!