I decided to spice things up today. Actually, I didn't really decide; I was coerced, but, nonetheless, I took a spin class at the gym.
I got the last bike in the last row of the room, so all eyes were on the 'newbie' as I tried to slip my feet into the pedals and brace myself for a long ride.
Spinning makes your head spin and thoughts of my agendas and holiday lists filled my mind. I tried to hum to the music to convince myself that I was having fun. I ignored the sweat that appeared behind my ears, on my nose, and in the creases of my arm. Weren't we just working legs here? Why is my stomach sweating?
I looked out the window and was jealous of the seagulls gliding by with their skinny legs.
The music was on, and although I wasn't paying attention to it, I heard the words...'it sucks to be you'. Yes, song, you are correct.
I knew I had to complete the hour. I couldn't possibly give up, even though my wobbly behind was screaming for more seat-padding. I looked around and everyone seemed like a professional. They must live for this class! Maybe I've been missing out on something great for so long. OK, people, I'll keep up with you. Pedal, pedal, pedal...here I come!
Halfway through class, my water bottle was empty. I contemplated licking my arm, but thought the saltiness would only make me want more. Someone got up to put a fan on (hallelujah!). Here comes air, maybe I won't need water after all. I watched the blades spin, the neck of the fan oscillating and straining to provide relief, but, alas, it stopped short of my seat by an inch.
Hmmm...note to self: That bike was left empty for a reason. Get to class earlier next time and move one bike to the left.
In the comforts of the gym, I climbed a mountain and then I pedalled through a pasture, imagining vineyards to the left and dairy farms to the right.
Another song caught my ear...'gotta' keep your head up'. Sound advice, I thought, and I did. It helped me breathe easier.
I made it to the end, got in my car, and sang 'I will survive' all the way home.