Right so who would ever have thought that a word as harmless as *spinning* could hold such incredible horrors?
Let me spell it out for you then:
1. Take a short balding gay man with a high voice
2. Toss in a spinning cycle
3. Place Siv and Wes respectively next to you on said bicycles
4. Add heat
5. Add sweat -- lots of it
6. Add some fatness -- i have plenty to spare
So then i agreed to go and spin with the boys after i put SIv through a rather friendly,mild paced free weight session. He thought he would try and kill me in return, now i have cycled fairly seriously before and i *know* i can do most anything on a bike, correction _could_ do pretty much anything on a bike.
All i want to say is that it was not pleasant.
It started out easily enough with all of us spinning easily while we waited for the afforementioned instructor to arrive, it went fairly steeply downhill from there.
The part where you sit down isnt that bad actually, its where you stand that becomes a problem.
See you have to stand up and crunch away and when that starts to hurt then you stand up even straighter just to increase the amount of pain you are experiencing.
My personal favorite was when i drank too much water before and could only think about the fact that i needed that toilet more than anything on earth.
We got through it tho and i was like "what its over? i was saving this last burst of energy for the end" and then it really was over and i was feeling slightly cheated for not being as tired as i thought i would be.
SO.... after all the bitching and moaning i have done, i must say... im going back today, or more likely tomorrow when my stiff legs ease up a bit.
But i can say that Siv will be suffering for this one, weight training tomorrow you say? lovely........