Spin classes are boring. Well, I guess most workouts are boring. But like, when you run you’re seeing your city and being in nature. And when you do some sort of weight lifting class, you’re doing different muscle groups, so there’s variety. When you spin, you’re literally going no where but pretending like you’re climbing a hill or racing. I’d rather be doing those things in real life.
I’ve always hated spin classes, but I never get a good workout unless it’s group fitness. So, my options for cardio are: Zumba (wtf, not coordinated enough for that) and spin (ugh, fine ok).
Here’s how it happened.
I went to the gym, opting for a cardio day. But, I found no motivation.
I realized this was the same time my mom usually comes to the gym to do the spin class, but she couldn’t today. I made a pro and con list in my head. Pro: workout yay. Con: EWWWWW.
I said YOLO and went in. I made small chat with the people there, but noticed the instructor wasn’t there. Could I still get out?
Shit no here she is. OK, fine getting on the bike. What the? Why did she turn the lights off? WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN HERE?
She uses words to describe what we’re doing today. I think they were like “drills,” “bumps,” “saddle,” and “climbs.” Ok. I’ll see soon enough.
Then it happened. For 50 minutes it happened. There was yelling. There was long music—remixed Taylor Swift, which I can appreciate. There was “GEAR UP, GEAR UP” and “DON’T YOU DARE GEAR DOWN.”
But, it wasn’t too hard. And, besides wanting to fall asleep in the dark room, it was more or less OK. UNTILL, trying to walk again. My legs felt like jelly.
Ehh, I’d maybe go back—when my butt stops hurting from the last time.