To get the week off to a good start, I signed up for Spinning class yesterday evening. If I don’t show up, I am charged for class anyway, so even though I didn’t want to go, I reluctantly dragged myself there and perched on top of a bike with all the enthusiasm of a wet noodle.
Have you ever sat on a Spinning bike? The seat is a highly sophisticated mechanism of cruel and unspeakable torture. Who designed those things? They are most certainly not created with my ample behind in mind. About two seconds into class, I was seriously considering leaping wildly off that wretched seat and running for the door, just to relieve the pain.
This is a rough approximation of the bike seat I sat on last night:
I made it through class, since some of the routine is standing and pedaling, and each time, I sighed in relief for my poor, abused butt. Now that I (and my rear) have survived the class…it’s time to sign up for another one!
Sweat & Sparkle 