The Mr. and I have recently discovered the art of spinning. No, not spinning in circles from our busy schedule, but spinning as in cycling.
Prior to the last few weeks, spin class always seemed to be that intimidating beast that hides in the dark cave of the gym. A place where only real warriors with courage would go to slay the dragon. But one day, the Mr. spotted that little entry on the gym calendar "Spin Class" and beckoned for us to venture into this land of the unknown. Gathering up courage and gusto, with a cute pair of running shorts we wandered into this new territory.
Ever since then, we've been teasing our athletic appetites with this class. We've found gears we didn't know existed and a gazillion ways to hold the handlebars. And above all else, we found we actually liked it. Averaging between 15 - 25 miles per class, spin requires our focus, balance, and use of a whole lot of leg and will power. Slowly but surely we caught on, despite that we didn't wear the spandex and probably never will.
As tired as we feel after class, we keep going back for more. Endlessly spinning our legs in circles, until they feel as if they are about to fall off. We quickly forget about the agony of the 5 minute sprints and stare at the neon calendar hanging on the fridge looking for the next class we can make.
There in the darker cave of the gym, I adjust my seats and handlebars and hop on the bike ready to take on another personal challenge. I warm up early. The Mr. arriving a few minutes later makes a game out of trying to catch up to my mileage. Even though his legs are twice the length of mine, I still got game. My body aches, but it's the kind of ache that lets you know you've worked. You've finished. And that dinner is a well earned prize at the end of the night.
And while I may not be going into any dark caves to slay dragons anytime soon, I know that spin class is a monster I have strength to overcome.
As the class comes to an end and we fall off our bikes and take our spaghetti legs home, I'm reminded and thankful I have someone to share the rewarding homemade meal with as well as the personal victory.
We are mad spinners.