It is my utter pleasure to inform everyone that the air con is fixed in the gym. Thank God. If I had got as sweaty as I did last night again I think I may have had to employ a pressure washer upon leaving the gym.
So tonight was the third night of spin in a row, feeling a little.... um....... dead. My poor thighs are so damn rock solid that I could crush a coconut between them. Sadly, this will wear off by tomorrow and I will be back to the lardy bitch that I was before tonight. It's Amber's fault. For whatever reason she seems to feel the need to try and kill us at the moment. I had such a conversation with one of the other girls tonight, just before Adam began to crack the 'stand up and fucking pedal' whip.
There was some poor new bloke tonight, came in with the ex-Chilton gym people. Poor bastard. I don't think we will see him again. He was a tad overweight to say the least and I think he stopped pedalling more than he actually started and his friends just laughed at him. They are proper rude actually, they talk over Adam all the time and just pretty much ignore what he says. What can you learn by ignoring your instructor? Do us all a favour and piss off back to Chilton.
I'm sure my irritation added to my sweat factor too - no....wait.... that would just be my lard and the fact that I haven't actually done any running for 3 weeks now. Must pull finger out. Being a lazy bitch was what got me into this in the first place!
I did have a small realisation on Monday though, I was having a bad vertigo day and felt rough as at spin which got me thinking..... This time 18 months/2 years ago I was too poorly to even contemplate doing spin. I couldn't stand up without the use of anti vertigo drugs and my brain was trying its hardest to shut down both my legs and my right arm all at the same time. I was in and out of hospital with various appointments, clinics, physio etc and the thought of sitting on a spin bike for 45 mins 3 times a week would not have even been within my thought spectrum. It was enough effort to lift a freaking cup of coffee to my mouth! It is amazing when I look back on how my body can change its mind so quickly about what part it would like to work (or not) on any given day.
At the moment my biggest challenge is having enough dry spots on my towel to actually mop the sweat as opposed to just pushing it around my puce-coloured face and smearing my makeup all over the place. And Amber, if you are reading this, sweat is still NOT fit!
Fortunately, I have ruined the 3 in a row for next week by having the joys of the glaucoma clinic so only twice next week! *quietly celebrates*
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