No, that is not me. That is not my toned thigh or clear skin or environmentally friendly aluminum water receptacle. I am having a spin crisis and I need help.
I've been spinning regularly since 1996. That's 12 years. Ridiculi. For the first time in 12 years, I cannot get myself to go, and I'm noticing a difference in my body. Although I am still exercising everyday, and get plenty of cardio, it just isn't the same as that all over drenched with sweat, constant butt and leg workout I get from spinning.
What happened? Two things:
- I quit working in an office. This means I do not need to set an alarm so I can get to the gym by 6am or else I won't get a workout in. Now I have the luxury of working out at 6am or 10am or 2pm...you get my drift. Plainly put, I have too many workout options and thus I choose the most comforting ones, such as running in my neighborhood or doing an online yoga class in my livingroom. I know, boo hoo, but tell that to my love handles.
- My very favoritest spin instructor, John Faulkner, went and moved to Kentucky. I viewed his class as workout meditation; his music and calming demeanor let me dance with my stationary bike, oblivious to my surroundings. I have mourned his leaving, and rarely put my ass in a seat since.
I want this to change and so I am writing it and publishing it and making it known that I have every intention of attending 10am spin this Monday and every Monday I can. Why? I will feel better, faster, stronger and (hopefully, just a bit) tighter and smaller. I know I should be embracing this curvier, clever culinary studentesque, new wifey who's hoping to procreate one year soon, doesn't look half bad for 32 self, and sometimes I do. And sometimes...I want to go on a smoothie diet.
Do you ever have exercise blocks? Do tell!