Spinning class kills me.
Years ago, I went to spinning classes regularly with a friend. Somehow sweating and laughing together made the whole thing easier. Either that, or I was just younger and in better condition. This week I tried a spinning class again and wanted to tuck my tail between my legs and sneak out to gasp for air somewhere in private. I had to play mind games with myself to get through it.
10 minutes into the hour-long class, my thighs burned and I was panting. Not a good sign. I know that clock was set at super-slow mode because it just wasn’t moving! I told myself if I could just make it to 30 minutes, then I’d leave. Hey, a half hour workout isn’t bad. At about 25 minutes, one of the other super-fit looking fellows called out, “This is a half hour class, right?” He was laughing, which means he had more air than me at the time. The whole class laughed and chuckled at what a silly idea that was and continued spinning. Well, clearly I couldn’t leave at half an hour now! Not with any shred of dignity at least.
Just then, the instructor started a new round of stand-up-on-your-bike-now-sit-downs (there may be a better term for that). So I told myself I’d stay for this series, then leave quietly. That series lasted until 40 minutes in. So I told myself I’d leave at 45 minutes. Nice round figure. At 45 minutes, I said, “You know, I’m just 5 or 10 minutes from cool down. I can last that long…”
Minute by minute I tricked myself into exercising a little longer. I made it the whole hour! Woo hoo! Yay me!
The problem is, my brain is starting to catch on. How do I trick myself into going back?