Yesterday I did a spinning class, and I didn’t love it (gasp).
In fact, I didn’t love last Friday’s class either (double gasp).
I have no idea what’s going on, but it’s making me more than a little bit heartbroken (look who’s a hopeless romantic now!). Spinning has been one of my greatest loves, right after the Hubby, and the felines, and my fridge, and my vacuum…look, it’s pretty high on the list, alright.
I discovered spinning almost two years ago, and I’ve been hooked ever since. Until lately, and I just don’t know why.
Maybe it’s because I’ve only been spinning four times in the past four weeks, and I used to go three times a week.
Maybe it’s because I’ve really digging the Mixed Martial Arts classes this year, where I pretty much get my ass handed to me on a weekly basis. Did I mention I like getting my ass handed to me? Because I do. I’m sick and twisted, but we can’t all be perfect, or mentally sound. It’s overrated anyway.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t actually taught a spinning class since early December. They’ve got a new schedule and the instructor’s been showing up for every class, so they don’t need me to fill in. Plus, there’s that little thing about me not actually being certified. There’s liability issues, potential law suits, blah, blah, blah.
Maybe it’s because yesterday we did summit surges and sprints to a techno music only version of Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On. Truth: I actually enjoy a little Celine from time to time (don’t judge me), but she’s not really motivating me to kick it into high gear. A little Outkast, some B.O.B., now we’re talking. Celine, not so much. Sorry girlfriend. Not that we’re actually friends because that would be awesome. I’d stay at her place in Vegas and roll around in her pools of money. It might get old, but I wouldn’t mind trying. Think of all the fruits and veggies I could buy with that kind of cash. Maybe I’d set up produce stands in the ghetto and eradicate urban food deserts. See, I’m a do-gooder at heart.
Maybe it’s because I’m burnt out with work (Stick a fork in me; I’m done), and that feeling is just rolling over into my extracurricular activities.
Maybe’s it’s because I am sick of the Ohio winter and ready for spring. I realize this has nothing to do with spinning, but I am absolutely sick of the cold and the dark. My snow angel has melted, and I want nothing more than to see the sun for longer than three minutes. A simple request, yes?
Maybe it’s because I need to up my vitamin D consumption or really just remember to take it on a regular basis. If you live in a city where winter comes and seems to stay for months on end (Winter is Coming; The King is Dead), SAD’s is a very real thing and vitamin D helps counteract it. Note, this is not me telling you to run out and start popping vitamin D’s like a crazy mofo. I would recommend a routine physical though and then following your doctor’s advice, unless she tells you to stop cleaning out your ears so much, which is preposterous, ridiculous even.
Whatever the reason, I didn’t love my last two spinning classes, and that makes me sad. Not go jump off a bridge sad or even wallow in a pile of self-pity sad (ignoring today’s post…obviously), but just a little bit sad.
Will someone please go spinning with me so I can rediscover my joy? Pretty please with a bowl of local ice cream and an organic cherry on top.
I don’t even have any questions today. Just tell me how to love spinning again. Or perhaps I’m being a bit melodramatic because it’s only been two classes. No that’s not right because I’m never melodramatic.