Just keep spinning…

Well I think I am as crazy as I think I am. My spinning class this morning was great. I got up at 5:30 am and grogilly threw on some shorts and stuff and walked across my parking lot while it was pitch black out with a huge almost full moon up and everything. Nice hey. I was like “They said this was a morning class, not a middle of the night class”. It was stinking cold this morning too. I normally wear sweatpants over my shorts to the gym, but today I couldn’t find them. Even my seatbelt was stinking cold. I think my gym has the only non-street lights that are on at this point in the darkness. My instructor showed me how to set up my bike and adjust everything and wear the towels and water were and kept telling me “Now, these people have been doing this along time, so you just forget about them and do what is comfortable for you ok”. Then her says a few words I couldn’t forget. “It you want to quit after half an hour thats fine, you go ahead”. I was like…”oh no you didn’t challenge me like that. If you think I’m getting off the stupid bike now, you are wrongo.” about now some of the others in my class start to arrive. Great. I’m the chunky kid. Although shortly after I felt better about myself because seriously I understand them, but guy biking shorts are funny.

So I thought about it for a bit and know I’m happy with my decision to leave curves and join this gym. I think partly it comes down to my quest for novelty. Secondly I think I’ve discovered something about gyms. Maybe they don’t want you to know this. If you go to a gym where the majority the people are larger than you(not that I’m the smallest one there)…chances are you are at the wrong gym. Because then you are already winning the skinny butt race and you have no one to race against. So now I’m at a gym where wit the exception of the weird guy who was lifting weights when he should be dropping some weight before adding muscle, I’m the bigger one. Perhaps I should feel badly about this, but I’ve decided to consider it a challenge to myself to be one of the fit people at my gym. Hard work is gonna feel good. Lastly I’m excited about my new class because I don’t hate it already.It ended and I wasn’t out the door in a flash, I was smiling and feeling good. My legs felt a bit funny off the bike, but overall I was actually quite happy with everything. AND I never had a push yourself to keep running “I hate this.I hate this.I hate this!!!” moment. I never stopped pedaling. I may have sat down for more than the class did, but I never stopped pedaling. Ooo stretching afterward felt sooo good.

So then I’m home at 7am. Cool I have time for my new organic granola I picked up yesterday and some coffee. A little devotional time too. Spending some time wrapping my brain around the book of Hebrews. Which leaves me at 7:50am. No one is up. So I go back to bed for a nap nap. Ahh. The wonder of having a toddler who both sleeps in her own bed and sleeps through the night. So know its 10:30. The sun woke up and I am enjoying my regular morning coffee and email checking. Emily is singing to herself in bed and enjoying it, but I think it’s time to get her up and start the daylight portion of my day.