I took my first spin class on Tuesday.
And I loved it. Loved it.
L – legs that hate me/the instructor/music/the world/life in general.
O – obscene amounts of sweat.
V – very satisfied customer.
E – eyes burning from aforementioned sweat
I love spin!
It was a 7:45pm class, which I wouldn’t ordinarily agree to, but I wanted to be awake for my first class (unlike how I am for my regular 6am workouts). My friend agreed to go with me so I had a companion alongside me for my very first class.
Our instructor was perfect. Just enough encouragement. There wasn’t any violent yelling. Honestly, I had expected the spin instructor from Fever Pitch.
“Die you Nazi spin bitch!” …anyone else remember that line? Or the movie, for that matter (I obviously have a thing for Drew Barrymore movies lately)?
It was a 45 minute class. Just long enough. If it had been any longer I may have slid off my seat, crumpled into a ball and melted into a puddle on the floor.
My friend and I actually ran into a couple that we know who were spinning together (cute, right?) and they suggested I grab a towel from the front of the classroom before we started . I laughed. Laughed. I don’t need towels to wipe my face, I told them. Sure … I sweat, but it’s never towel worthy.
I take it all back. I’ve never had sweat burn my eyeballs before. Lesson learned.
Needless to say, I’ll go back. A lot. It’s an excellent way to shake up my workout routine.
I’m so glad I went!