In an effort to regain my “pre-baby body”, I’ve joined a local gym. I was fairly active pre-baby, I ran, lifted weights and played tennis. Unfortunately, despite best intentions, I kinda let my hair down so-to-speak after I got pregnant. I had terrible morning sickness for the first 20 weeks or so of my pregnancy which kept me pretty miserable and unable to do much more than run to the nearest washroom and eat pounds and pounds of saltines. Once I started to feel better, food started to taste good again….really good. So good in fact that I ate pretty much everything in sight. There was no slupree too tasty, no chocolate bar off limits and no french fry too deep fried to deter me. 50 pounds later, I was a bloated, out of shape mess. Good thing A. was a big baby. It made the first 20 pounds easy to lose.
So now that I’ve been given the all clear to get back into exercise, I’ve decided that it would be a good idea to try different things. With A. being a colicky baby, I’ve already done my fair share of walking with him in the stroller but my weight loss, unlike my continued cravings for deep fried goodness, had stalled. So after a few test runs at the gym to make sure that my stomach had indeed healed and I wasn’t feeling any pain around my incision site, I decided to try a spin class. I’m no fool, I’ve heard how hard they are, how intense the workout could be, especially if you’re not in the greatest shape of your life. This weekend, I packed up my gym clothes, left A. at the mercy of his dad and set out to spin my way to health.
I should have figured out that I was in trouble when 1) I couldn’t set my bike to the right height to save me and had to ask the instructor, thus ensuring that everyone in the class was well aware I was the newbie and 2) when I was advised by the biker behind me to run while I still had the chance. I was completely out of breath, beet red and sweating like a man…and this was only 10 minutes into the class and apparently still the “warm-up” part…dang. I still had 1hr to go. Then I figured that I’d just go at my own pace and do the best that I could. Foiled again. When there’s only 15 people in the class, you’re in the front row, and everyone knows you’re the only spin-virgin in the room, you’re bound to get heckled by the instructor. And I was. Thankfully, he only told me I was going too slow and to speed it up once. By the end of the class, I couldn’t feel my lower extremities, my lungs had long since evacuated my body and I was pretty sure A. would be pushing me in the stroller the following day. But I survived.
And I just might be dumb enough to try it again…once the bruising on my butt, that looks remarkably like a bike seat, heals.