My spining class is full of hardcore triathlete, Iron-people types and is led by the King of Iron himself, Ironman G. I am definitely one of the worst athletes in the room. This class is unlike most spinning classes that I have attended which are full of pregnant woman and non-sweating blonde ladies. This class is serious. I used to hang out on the back row in class, for fear that someone would see me falling off my bike and breathing heavily and turning purple. However, for the last few classes, I’ve said screw it, and I’ve plopped my wide buns on the front row. This is perhaps because I have also said screw it, I’m going to be a triathlete, and clearly, my head is not really straight.
But I swear, something about the front row makes me work way harder. Perhaps it’s because of the shame factor. I do not want to be the one to give up. But actually, working harder is really unattractive. I’m bouncing around and jiggling all over the place, so I don’t think the shame has anything to do with it. Maybe I just like having a front row seat to the freak show that is the start of my triathlon training.
Today: spin class plus 3.1 mile run = no vomit. Yay!
Happy Friday, ya’ll.