I Heart Spinning

I have a confession to make.  I have a crush on my spin instructor. Seriously, no man has ever been able to make me sweat as much within a 45 minute period (next to the Hubby, of course).  I know there are some women out there who don’t sweat; they “glisten,” and I am definitely not one of them.  My freshly cleaned table glistens, my iPhone cover glistens (and sparkles), but not me. I sweat, a lot, and I like it.  The more I sweat, the better the workout.

(This is not what I look like spinning.  Instead, picture me red faced, dripping, and sometimes panting).

My gym offers a lunch time spin class three times a week, and if I’m lucky, I’ll go to all three classes.  On my off days, I’ll do the elliptical or lift weights, but for me, there is nothing quite like spinning.  It’s a hell of an adrenaline rush, and it has lasting effects.  I always look forward to the day after because I wake up feeling light, lithe, and healthy.  If I could bottle and sell this feeling, I’d be a billionaire, swimming in pools of liquid gold.  OK, maybe not the swimming in gold part because that would be weird, but my cubic zirconium iPhone cover might be the real deal (or at least a better copy).

Just to avoid any confusion, this lighter than life feeling has nothing to do with food restriction.  As you know, I like to eat.  In case there are any doubts though, after yesterday’s spin class, I ate a hard boiled egg, before moving on to a small asparagus cheese tart.  My afternoon snack was an apple and some almonds.  For dinner, I had a huge plate of whole wheat pasta with a homemade tomato sauce (not red sauce, I don’t even know what that is), roasted asparagus and a ginormous multi-grain roll.  I actually put so much food on my plate (overeater’s anonymous, here I come), I couldn’t finish it all.  In any event, I ate well and often yesterday, but awoke feeling light, lithe and refreshed this morning.

Back to spining….I’ll be honest, it does take some getting used to, especially the small bike seat.  There really is no getting around it and the first few classes were uncomfortable, although not painful.  Afterwards, I felt like I had a phantom bike seat attached to my derrier.  Awkward, but, the sensation faded, and now I don’t even notice the seat.  Besids, it’s well worth the trade off for how it makes me feel.

And just for those keeping track (of course I am), today is Day 11 of the Tank Top Arms Workout.  Three more days before I chart my progress or chicken out. Stay tuned.