We all knew this day was coming, but for the past couple of weeks, I've had to move my dreaded cardio work-outs indoors. For awhile, it was the holidays and I just didn't have (make) time, then I tried to use the machines. I was so very very bored. I made jammin' playlists and I tried reading the latest greatest funniest book and still, after 25 minutes it felt like 3 hours. I couldn't make myself break a sweat. It was a struggle to keep my heart rate at 140.
I wanted to go back to yoga but my favorite guru isn't there; she has taught me well so I can do most of my yoga at home, and what I NEED is cardio. I've taken Zumba and cardio kick-boxing. Unfortunately, I have terrible rhythm and even worse fluidity to my "dance moves". I expel more effort trying to figure out how to keep up with the instructor and not bump into the beautifully coordinated people next to me than working out. I left tired, but mostly emotionally and mentally. My DH told me I should give the spin cycle class a try. He did them for about 2 years, twice a week, about a decade ago and was in great shape.
Just walking past made me nervous. These people are NUTS. There is a huge glass wall. The class is normally at capacity with not an empty seat in the room. The bikes are tiny and streamlined with these rock hard even tinier little seats and there are red-faced people nearly elbow to elbow. The music is loud, the playlist sounds like my 6th grader made it, and everyone is literally dripping sweat on the ground. I was pretty sure it was a voluntary entrance to Hades.