Okay, so the title’s a bit… overly dramatic. But I might have died. Maybe.
Not for any serious reason, but…
You Spin Me Right ‘Round Baby
I went back to Spinfit today. I got the bus into the West Station and then walked as fast as I possibly could to the Hamilton Water Palace because I was a two-minute walk away from the bus stop WHEN THE BUS LEFT, so I had to wait for the next one, which didn’t leave the most time to get to the gym in a timely manner for my class.
I managed my usual leisurely eight minute walk in 6 minutes. Which I’m quite proud of! I managed to get to class with 4 minutes to go until start. Got my bike ready. Changed my shoes, peed, got back to class, and – after getting help from the instructor to raise my handlebars, which were stuck – sat down on a Spinfit Bike for the first time since LAST MARCH.
Now, I will be entirely honest: I am not looking forward to exercising again. I hurt more than I did last March. I’m going to be under mucho stress until the start of June, because it’s my final unit of second year. But I don’t care how much I don’t want to exercise. I need to. I am seriously unfit, and just having done that Spinfit class this afternoon was agony.
I AM IN PAIN
My shoulders hurt from leaning forward on the handlebars, which you’re not supposed to do. My feet hurt from being A) in spin shoes and B) in the pedals, all weight thrown onto the balls of my feet and my toes. My back was actually surprisingly fine. The whole area between my legs is a ball of fire from sitting on the tiny bike seat.
I am OUT OF SHAPE. I know I wasn’t exactly fit when I was living on my own, but I was a damn sight better than I am right now.
I gotta change that.
Next week, I’m still off on holiday so I might see about going down to the Jock Stein to do basic cardio + weights. Spinfit on Friday. I need to increase it slowly, or I’m absolutely not going to stick this out.
And I have to.