A Rapid Ride

So, my attendance at the Tuesday night spinning class resumed last night, having taken a night off last week ,after having acupuncture for my ongoing butt trouble....yes, I am now allowing someone to actually put pins in my ass......no I am not a sadomasochist ! I had decided ( hilariously !) that I really must be quite fit as the spin class to date had been fairly straightforward, being a bit of a push but enjoyable and my sweat towel had gone mostly unused. The KOK's had advised me that Rapid had the bikes serviced about 10 days ago, but I reckoned this was merely a spit and polish job and would have no effect whatsoever. " Fit" and confident, I strolled into class last night. Lovely Loopy Lou took a seat on my bike, having just finished Boot Camp ( hence the loopy bit ), so I happily moved one over and positioned myself, in my Muddy Fox padded shorts, onto the new saddle, a broader, softer version of it's previous item of perineal torture...happy days.

The funky music started and without any resistance I cycled away like I was going through Provence in the sun, wind blowing through my newly coiffured hair ...this exercise thing is quite pleasant........"OK" said Rapid Ronan " one full turn ladies", so I casually turned the knob, felt a little burn, but on we went. Cocky and stupid, when Rapid announced some hill work, I cried " Bring it on !". WTF was I thinking ??? Rapid immediately suggested that the fact that I could still talk indicated he was going too easy on us. This was met by groans from the whole class and I was advised to keep my trap shut. No instruction was required in this regards, as within about 30 seconds, I could not actually speak. When I say 30 seconds, it could be 40 as Rapid Ronan's ability to count is very dodgy considering his educational background. He also has a very annoying habit of counting down from 10 to one for no apparent reason in the middle of sprints or jumps or while every fibre in my screams as I try to climb uphill on a static bike after 3 full turns of the dreaded knob ! Lovely Loopy Lou was like a bloody yellow jersey champion beside me, so I reckon my knob had been tampered with...a terrible affliction. When we finally stopped, I was sweating profusely, panting, red faced and my quads were ON FIRE ! I mopped my face with my sweat towel trying not to cry into it and dismounted ( fell off the bike) my legs wobbling like a newly born giraffe . Rapid Ronan had silenced BFM....Finally I can hear him say ! I have it in for Karl Henry too as the squats he laid on for tonights ad break challenge in Operation Transformation nearly finished my poor pins off completely. So, I need to step things up a bit. This old body needs to do a little more between classes. January's resolution saw the avoidance of alcohol ( by the way , I added 4 days for my Erdinger mistake ) February is Facebook free but think I need to add in some February Fitness. Every month this year I intend to give one thing up and will take up another...I will keep you posted....