Tonight was a bit of a nightmare, to be honest.
Mum was due home at about quarter past seven. Dad wanted to have her dinner ready when she got home. I wanted to go to the gym before Spinning. I wanted to be dropped off at the gym approximately when Mum was due home. Cue Dad not wanting to run me to the gym.
We came to an arrangement that saw me getting dropped at the Water Palace at 6.45pm… which is, uh. An hour and 35 minutes before my Spin class starts.
I sat on one of the couches in the café/waiting area outside of the gym and ate my apple, checked into Foursquare, sent off a Tweet, trying to pass the time. Sammi, the instructor who takes Body Combat before our Spin class, came out to get a bottle of water and asked if I was thinking about joining the Combat class. I grinned and said, “Maybe not quite yet.”
Off she went, and I sat and finished my apple. I headed into the changing room to chuck my stuff into a locker and head into the gym, when I thought… hmm, why not? I headed back out and asked Sammi what, exactly, they do in Combat. Punches, kicks, jumps, squats, running on the spot… yeah. High intensity stuff.
I went and got a ticket anyway, threw my stuff into a locker, and joined the class.
There are posters for Les Mills classes up the back of the room that read things like, “The Hardest Part Is Deciding To Go,” “You’re Only New The First Time,” and, “This Could Be Day One.” That’s what I thought of as I stood in the class with all these women who were so much fitter than me.
I managed to last twenty minutes before I felt like I was gonna vomit or pass out. I leaned against the glass wall, gulping my Lucozade Lite, gave Sammi a wave and headed out into the heat of the walkway above the swimming pool.
Twenty minutes, and I’m totally fucking proud of them. I gave it a shot. I’ve been telling myself for months now, “You wouldn’t last a class, so don’t even try,” but I gave it a shot. I won’t be going back into that class until I’m a good deal fitter. It’s a serious work-out, and the (feeling of) lack of air conditioning doesn’t help.
I was still sweating when it came time to head into my Spinning class, 25 minutes later. I had a ring of sweat around the neck of my t-shirt, worse than I’ve ever had in Spin or Zumba. I also had a headache the likes I haven’t had in a while.
I still felt like I was gonna vomit or pass out.
When I got on my bike (#8… remember what I said a while back about the numbers? I’ve complained about #8 before. The pedals clicked every time I pedalled, before) it just felt… weird.
After one song, I got off and headed to the only other empty bike in the room… which had no straps on the pedals. And it had no levering thing to fix the handles up and down.
Anne-Marie and I spent an entire song switching our bikes and getting the straps from #8 onto the bike without straps, and then my gel seat cover wasn’t on right and just… urgh.
It was just one of those nights.
Once I got going, I felt… I didn’t feel great. I still had that headache, I was sweating enough that it was dripping into my eyes and all over my glasses, but I didn’t give up or slow down. I did my best, like I usually do.
After we’d cooled down, I went back to the locker room and sat down to get my stuff out of my locker, though, and I just started shivering.
I wanted to go to the cinema tonight, to see the new Transformers movie in 3D. Instead, I called my mother, who was at my sister’s house, and asked her to come and pick me up. I went to the vending machine and bought a bottle of full-sugar Irn Bru, shook all the fizz out of it, and sipped it while I waited.
Since I’ve come home, I’ve eaten 2 bananas, 2 sweet yoghurts, a punnet of cherries and an apple. I’ve still got a little bit of a headache, but I’m not shivering any more, which is good. I think my blood sugar must have dropped or something. It’s not usually a problem I have, but I don’t usually do that much.
I think I need to remind myself that I’m still twenty-five and a half stones. I know I’m a lot fitter than I was last year, but I’m still nowhere near fit. I’m very far from it.
None of the above, however, is going to make me feel bad about those twenty minutes. I didn’t manage to last a whole class, but that was some serious high intensity exercise.
I’m going to enjoy it, when I’m fit enough to last a whole class.
I can’t wait.
I’m getting there, bit by bit.