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Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Spa
I recently joined the gym - although, I call it The Spa, in order to make it more appealing to myself. It has a hot tub and a dry sauna, so it's it's not a terrible stretch. Tonight I went to a spinning class, for the first time in a loooooong time. It wasn't a great class, but it brought back a lot of spinning memories. I used to go back in the day, when we lived in San Francisco. I went to this class downtown that was really popular - so you had to get there early to get a bike. Probably there were 50-75 bikes (I think there were 6 people at this class tonight). It was really hard, but I loved it. The class was full of high-powered business women and these outrageously fit (in a way that only gay men from San Francisco seem to be fit) men. The music was awesome. The instructors were amazing (although one time, a guest instructor made my friend D cry, and that wasn't cool). Those classes were like, the only time in my life I ever felt that elusive exercise "high" that people talk about.
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I remember when you used to go Spinning, you seem to really enjoy it back then, so enjoy your time at "The Spa", it will be fun, and who knows; maybe years down the road you'll have some 'new memories!'
Ugh.
That class was a real Sophie's choice between my butt and my feet, and nothing came out unscathed. Never again, say I!!
For the longest time I didn't know what spinning was. I thought maybe it was spinning in a circle until you are too dizzy, but that would be a really yucky exercise. So, it's stationary biking and the teacher kind of tells you what to do when?
I love distance cycling; hate spinning, hate it, hate it.
Swimming gives me a great exertion buzz. I love it!
Spa! Heh! I do kind of think of my aquatic center that way...
In the best classes, the instructor kind of "guides" you, like, they'll say, "We're going up a big hill... up... and we made it! Yea!" and they'll tell you to do diffent things like adjust your resistance and stand up or lean forward, or whatever.
I used to feel that high all the time back when I worked out to a tape. Now it's all lifting Milo or chasing kids all over campus. I would visualize myself as the next Cindy Crawford doing morning talk shows about my new DVD, but then I looked in the mirror and saw dripping sweat and a beat red face that was nothing like Cindy.
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