Remember how I told you all that I joined the local family YMCA back in December? Well, it’s really been great because I’ve got friends and family who are also members and who can motivate me to go. I’ve slacked off lately, but I’m trying to get back into the swing of things. I was doing a lot of yoga and pilates, which are great, but I’m needing something more geared towards weight-loss. I’ve been hitting the gym and running on the treadmills and lifting weights, but tonight I took exercise to a whole new level.
My friends convinced me to take a cycling/abs class. A weird combo, I know. I got there with no idea what to expect…thankfully I thought to bring a water bottle or I would be dead right now. But let me clear this up: I am NOT a biker. I haven’t been on a bicycle in years and I don’t particularly like to ride one. So why did I take this class? Peer pressure.
It took me a good 5 minutes to finally get the seat and pedals adjusted. I hopped on, pumped to try something new. This little bitty, huge muscled girl comes in to teach the class. I think her goal was to kill at least one person. Or at least make someone pass out. I was pouring sweat in 2 minutes flat. Once we got to the sprints, I didn’t know what to worry about more: the sweat in my eyes that was blinding me, the pain in my ass and crotch from the hard bike seat, or my jiggling leg fat.
After 40 minutes of the hardest exercise I’ve ever done, then we went to the mats to work our abs. This kind of workout is one I’m used to, so I was confident. However, my whole body was shaking so hard from the cycling that I couldn’t even properly do the abwork!
I know if I keep doing this class I will see some major improvement, but I don’t know that I can ever bring myself to do it again! Hell, I can’t even walk at this point!