cycling!

After realizing yesterday that all I ever do is bitch and moan on this blog about my Lap Band experience (or lack thereof, ha!) I decided to say something positive.

So here you go.

I did a spinning class today for the first time in seven years!!!

Wow, I'm really proud of myself.  So far, I've done Urban Iron, Muscle Madness, Triple Fit, and now Cycling.  It's by far the toughest.  The others are a good mix of strength training and cardio.  But cycling is all cardio.

Luckily for me, I unwittingly chose a bike sitting directly underneath a ceiling fan.  Divine providence!

Despite a steady flow of air, my face still turned ten shades of red.

A few days ago, Drazil wrote about achieving her runner's high and how, before getting there, she hits a wall first.  She hits her wall after 20 minutes and then suffers for 10 minutes.  After that, she's as high as a kite and everything's peachy.

I had faith.  I believed her.

Boy, was I stupid.

First, my wall hit me like a freight train at minute 15.  Five minutes sooner, my friends.

But I had faith in this so-called "high."

So I kept pedaling.  

And pedaling.................

Wellllll, to make a long story short:  it never came.  The remaining thirty minutes nearly killed me.

To be clear:  I did not get high.  But thanks, Draz, for giving me hope.  That was something, I suppose.

I did, however, feel elated when our time was up and I skipped out the door.  Just kiddin'.  My legs felt like lead.