So today, I did wake up for spin. Yea, me! I woke up so sleepy from my late run last night, but I couldn't allow myself to make any more excuses since I have been such a slacker. I got up and make it in time to class. This was not Matt's class, so I wasn't sure what to expect. But when I walked in, Rebecca (Friday's instructor) asked if I needed help setting up my bike.
This is encouraging.
I tell her I've got it, and she goes ahead and explains the process to everyone in the class. Very good.
She starts us off at flat road of 90 rpms, which I am happy to be able to get to. But it wasn't too long into class that I realize she's into speed. She likes it, she teaches it, and she makes us do it! I guess the fast paced Lady Gaga and Kesha music should have tipped me off. It was like a dance club mix of fast-paced pop music.
So pretty soon she starts us off. She's all, get to 95, so I get to 95 then she's all, "get to 100", so I get to 100, then she's all "110" and I'm like HOLY COW!! and then she's all "115!" and I'm like ARE YOU KIDDING? and then she's all "120!" and I cursed at her in my head.
I never made it to 120. Instead I shot her death rays at her with my eyes, which apparently do not work because she kept calling out those kinds of numbers.
There were several times where she wanted us to get up to that speed. I never could reach it, but I did get to 114. The only time she let us go down below 90 was when we were "going up a hill" and our tension was really high. With all of this being said, I enjoyed the class. I was just tired.
Tomorrow is running club, so I went back to see the Dr. Tracey. I knew my hips were tight, but OMG!!!! I had no idea how much pain it would be to work out what I thought were smaller knots. Apparently it's my piraformus. But within minutes I'm walking out the door and feeling better. I'm ready to take on the road tomorrow.