Cycling class - WHOA!

Last night I decided that I would like to try a spin class at the gym. I had done one waaayyy back when and I remember how great it felt afterwards. The only thing different is I was in waayyy better shape back then.

So I texted a coworker asking her opinion on the instructor scheduled for the 5:30am class. Yes, you read that right, 5:30AM! So we texted back and forth, she wished me luck and then I thought, "Well, now I HAVE to do it because I've told someone I was."

With the alarm set, I went to bed... in my workout clothes for the next day. One less thing to worry about in the morning (although sleeping in your sports bra is no fun)! My alarm went off at 5am and I was up and out of bed. No groggy thought to stay in bed! I put on my socks and shoes, filled up my water bottle, grabbed a hand towel and off I went!

I got to the class with 10 minutes to spare. And thankful I did because I had no idea what I was doing. While everyone else was adjusting their bikes and clicking away from all the changes (Brian Regan comes to mind - "click click clickity click"), I was looking around trying to figure out what I was suppose to be changing. I moved the seat up one. Got on and realized I could only pedal that way if I was 4 feet tall. So I clicked it up a few more. Feels about right. I guess?

I was lightly pedaling when I decided to move the arm rest up another notch. Just as I was trying to remember the "Righty tighty, lefty loosy" mantra the instructor starts class. Doh! I started to panic when the bar wouldn't screw back in. Eventually it popped into place and I jumped back on my bike.

Within the first 5 minutes, Im dying. "I have 55 more minutes of this?!" I think to myself. And when she announces after 15 minutes that we just completed our warmup I knew I was in for it (That was only the warmup?!?). But I was determined to finish the class!

We sat down and pedaled, we stood up and pedaled. For 5 minutes straight we stood up and pedaled at the toughest intensity known to man kind and I was pretty sure my legs were going to fall off. I continued to push myself through the ups and downs for the duration of the class.

And 60 minutes of sweat, sore legs and 32 oz of water later - I finished! What started out as a full class, ended with about 20 individuals. I did it! Mind you I could barely walk to my car, but as I drove home with the windows down, feeling absolutely amazing, I smiled to myself and knew I could do anything!