The gym

As I struggled through a class at the gym the other day, I thought, “What would happen if this country just stopped eating?” I was thinking all kinds of things. I was really struggling to peddle on the cycle. Everyone else was doing fine. This was only my second time in the class, but I thought, how bad off am I? I was really pushing it. Too much sugar? still nursing? not enough water? not enough sleep? I decided I was doing everything wrong.

The instructor said something about just using a little resistance on the bike, that it isn’t really a cycling class. (It is called kickboot, a combination of different kicks, crunches, and biking.) I didn’t really hear her in the front of my mind, but I did look down and saw a knob above the front wheel. I realized that it must loosen the tension. Then the instructor’s words got through to me. She had intended it for me. After loosening the tension on the bike, I felt like a bit of an idiot.

I’m doing much better in the class. My stamina has improved a lot faster than I thought. In fact, my overall stamina was not as bad as I thought when I joined the gym. I ran on the treadmill and did better than I ever remember doing when I ran in college, (just a semester for P.E. 101). I have never really been a runner. I enjoyed swimming, weights, croquet. Does croquet count?

It is an all women’s gym, which was the big selling point for me. The equipment is built smaller for women, and I’m more comfortable not exercising around men. Brad says he thinks I’m happier since I joined. I kind of joined to make friends. But it doesn’t really happen that way. Joining the class has helped.