I go to the gym every Saturday morning. For the past few weeks, upon leaving the gym, I have been hearing loud music coming from the back classroom. I was finally curious enough to walk back there and see what was going on. “Ah, indoor spin class,” I said to myself, “I have to try that sometime.” The lights were off, the music (and awesome music I might add) was blasting and everyone was clearly working hard.
After a few weeks of continuing with my normal treadmill routine, I decided to inquire at the front desk about the class. I made up my mind, the following week I was going to give it a try. Indoor spin classes are somewhat cult-like in Miami, from FlyWheel, to SoulCycle, to really any local gym, everyone is spinning and I am probably one of the few who have never tried it. Truthfully I was scared to try it; while it looked really fun it also looked super intense and intimidating. I was not sure if I was fit enough, or could endure the hour-long class. I was pretty comfortable in my workout comfort zone.
Last Saturday morning, I found myself strangely nervous as I was getting ready for class. The whole drive there I debated whether or not I would actually try it or just get back on the treadmill. I walked towards the room and stood among the other women waiting for the doors to open and started chatting with them. As time went on, I was feeling less and less nervous.
The doors opened and we walked in. The room was dark and it was hot, really hot in there. “Sh*t, I hate to be hot when I workout,” I thought. I headed straight for the back row. Next thought, “how the hell do I get on this thing?” The instructor knew I was unfamiliar with the process and came right over to help me get adjusted on the bike. I was adjusted, hopped on, and started pedaling. Then the music came on, and we were off. The back and forth of accelerations and intense resistence was awesome, hard as hell, but awesome.
The instructor was tough and yet motivational at the same time. She kept telling us to visualize the change we want to see in ourselves, to ride our own ride, to let go of yesterday, focus on today and to get out of our comfort zones. Actually, I think she specifically said, “first timer, get out of your comfort zone.” I’m pretty sure I listened because at the end of class I checked the mileage I had completed, and was shocked to see 18 total miles. I was exhausted yet invigorated at the same time. I was officially hooked. Seriously, I’m hooked.
On the ride home, I started thinking about all the other workouts I have been wanting to try for months but just haven’t. I felt inspired to keep trying new things. Next week I am trying a private Reformer Pilates session. What have you been wanting to try? I say, just try it!