Spinning class

I took Spinning class last night.

It was the fourth time in my life. I'm guessing the first one was in around 1999, when I was first trying to be healthy. I had worked out at Gold's Gym for a couple of months, and decided to take it to the next level. Woah, was it ever. I could barely walk for two days, and I'm not even exaggerating.

The second time was with my friend Erin. I remember quitting early to "get water" but taking extra long to get back. I might even have quit in the middle of it; I don't remember for sure.

The third time was several years later, when I happened to be at Bally's when the class was starting. I jumped on a bike and remembered why it was such a good workout. A tall eastern European chick with 0% body fat told us to imagine we were biking on a mountain and being chased by a dog, and I loved every minute of it.

Still, it's tough for me to make these classes. They schedule them for 5:30 or 6:30 in the afternoon, which is generally too early for me to get to the gym. Today, however, I left school earlier than usual because Thursday and Friday are professional development days and I had no lesson planning to do. I left at around 4:30, and, after giving some kids a ride to Mondawmin and battling some horrible rush hour traffic, I ended up walking into Bally's at around 6:15. I was pleasantly surprised to see a class starting at 6:30, adn decided to sign up.

Woah, what a workout. Three guys, five girls, and an instructor who loved to yell into her microphone at us. "HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!", she screamed, and we peddled harder, running up imaginary mountains and racing across imaginary beaches and skiing down imaginary ski slopes in Colorado.

It was an hour that really pushed me to the limit. Why don't I do that more often?

Today was 20 days in a row to the gym, by the way. I'm feeling good.