Tonight I made it to the gym. Truly a hit or miss situation week to week, but I'm trying to get in there and get my sweat on.
I went into to Spin Class, found my bike and proceeded to warm up. Today I wore shorts, which I rarely do anymore but my long stretchy work out pants were dirty so shorts it was.
Hopped on the spin bike and started to peddle when I look down and my wobbly bits or "thigh biscuits" as Tina Fey so aptly named them were rubbing on either side of my bike seat with each spin of the peddle. All I could think of once class started was, "Well this is going to hurt."
Made it through an hour of a Marine type spin instructor yelling out bike tensions and telling us to "blast" each drill. Tension on a bike for those of you that haven't taken spin is on a scale from 1-25, with 1 being easy peasy and 25 being the hill from hell. My idea of tension as I easy back into the process of working out is about 9-13, give or take on the drill. This guy starts us at 15 and quickly moves us to 22. Sweat was literally pouring off of me to the point that I my grip almost slipped on my handlebars.
In the meantime, my inner thighs are neon red. Not a bit red but they were literally screaming at me and I can not repeat what they were saying. All I could do was hobble off my bike and get my ass home. Easing into my bath stung like a thousand needles but oddly enough I felt like I won a small battle. I finished spin class and I didn't die.
The best part about tonight is that I realized that the conversations in my head are starting to change. Where I used to mentally beat myself up over my muffin top or thigh biscuits, now it's becoming something I can laugh at and laughing at ourselves is always a good thing, right? Now I feel like it's all okay because I'm in the zone and doing something about it. I'm not looking for nor have I ever had the perfect body but damn it if I don't want to see what the healthiest me looks like. Just once. :)
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