What doesn't kill us makes us sore

I'm supposed to go to my first (and maybe last) spinning class tomorrow morning at 6am. I sill cannot get over the fact I agreed to exercise with Insurance Barbie let alone that I agreed to to do it at 6 am. yes, I whined about this before but I'm still feeling rather incredulous over my dumb self. I know I've been dragging my feet on this and I blogged a few weeks ago that I was going to do it- but I still haven't. One reason is because Insurance Barbie didn't go 2 weeks in a row and I wasn't going alone. Another is I was gone. Another time she was gone. Now I've run out of excuses!!!!! And I'm worried! I'm worried I'll be the fattest person there with all the Barbies. Or that's I'll have a heart attack. Or that I'll sweat so much my hands will slide off the handlebars and I'll smack face first on the floor.

And here's the thing- I am so outta shape that today I'm sore because I've worked three straight shifts at the ice cream parlor the last three days- all 6-7 hours each, standing the entire time- nope, there's no time to sit or take a break- and today I am SO SORE. My ankles, knees and lower back are all killing me from the 18-21 hours of standing on a linoleum floor, bending, scooping, etc... And we don't even have those black mats to stand on that are supposed to help the body.

I'm thinking if I'm this sore after working, I 'll probably die after a spinning class. How tragic to die at a Y, during an exercise class, in a small town. Oh Goddess-- that's so redundant!

If I live to tell the tale, I'll report back on my first time spinning. And if I don't, you can read my last will and testament here.

Peace out,
Mags

I'm so dizzy my head is spinning...

I think I'm going to take a spinning class. I'm not sure, but if I say it here then maybe I'll feel committed or at least guilty enough to do it- or at least guilty enough to go one time so I have blog fodder to report back for a post for two.

Until a few weeks ago I wasn't even sure what a spinning class was. I heard people talk about it but it was something I ever gave much until a week ago when it was all the talk on some movie I was watching. Then I was wondering "what the hell is a spinning class, anyway?" I mean, I knew it was exercise so I knew it wasn't people sitting around making fabric or yarn. And while my mental image made me chuckle of a gym full of grown adults clad in work out gear turning in circles with their arms out "airplane" style shouting "vroooooooooooooooooooom!!!!!!", I had a feeling that wasn't spinning either- I wouldn't see how that could be considered exercise, other than making one so dizzy they would puke. And I didn't think Hasbro had started making adult sized "Sit and Spin" toys, though there could be an idea right there for a type of exercise- build arm muscles and get dizzy and throw up, thus strengthening the stomach muscles! (Considered that copyrighted to me, thank you very much!) So I finally Googled it and found out a spinning class is a workout class where everyone rides a type of stationary bike. The wheels whirl around, so hence the term "spinning."

Ironically, so it must be fate or karma or my karma trying to run over my dogma, a few days after I learned what spinning classes actually were, a girl at the insurance office- I think of her as Insurance Barbie- asked me if I wanted to go with her to a spinning class. She said it was only $30 for 8 classes. She was nervous about asking me, because I think she thought I thought she was asking because I thought she thought I was fat. (<-----Did ANYONE follow that?) but she really was trying to get a few people to go with her so she didn't have to go alone. I also think it's because she has few female friends who live near her since she just moved to town and she's trying to make friends- and as an adult, we all know how hard that can be. So I was sort of stuck. If I said no, I was afraid I would hurt her feelings and she would feel rejected. I thought it was nice that she would ask me to do something. I also thought it sounds like a fun way to lose weight. But on the other hand, I don't want to be the FAT girl in a class with all the other Exercise Barbies... and it meets on a Wednesday morning at 6 am. In the morning. 6 IN THE MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG! But I do want to lose some weight and it does let me work at my own pace and it's pretty cheap... and there are other fat girls there- she's the only Barbie! (Don't even ask me how I found this out other than bluntly asking her if there were other fat chicks and maybe calling the place anonymously and asking if other fat people were taking the class or if it was just a room full of Exercise Barbies. Just don't ask about all those hypothetical ways I might have out if there were fat girls there) On the other hand it is at the new YMCA which I thought about banning. On the other hand I would love to lose about 50 pounds or at least help combat the ice cream... So many hands and options... and I just don't know what I want to do.

So I said I would think about it and let her know on Tuesday. Any thoughts that might be helpful?

Fat and sassy but could be skinny and sassy,
Maggie