Monday, I stepped outside my comfort zone and took a class at my work gym. I’m not opposed to classes or even overly intimidated by them. I don’t expect to be great but I don’t take myself so seriously that anything less than perfection is unacceptable (anyone who’s seen me do Zumba is currently nodding their heads in agreement-Yikes).
This was a bit different.
There’s something about being surrounded by fellow staff members, even in a company with several thousand of them, that makes me nervous. After all, you never know when the person on the treadmill beside you listening to you sing and dance to Macklemore’s “Thrift Shop” is a high powered executive that just moved into your department. Not the first impression you want to make.
So I decided to give quick spin a try. Only 20 or so minutes long, my plan was perfect. Do the spin class, then hop on the elliptical for 25 minutes to round out my cardio. ‘Cause you know, 20 minutes on a bike is no match for this seasoned athlete. The class started with some seriously stellar beats (LOVE when an instructor opts for some classic rock over a Biber remix…just sayin’) and I hoped on my horse and gave ‘er. And gave ‘er…and gave ‘er some more. So much so that 20 minutes and (according to my Polar FT40) 299 calories later…I was exhausted and praying that I wouldn’t make the ultimate snaffu and blow chow.
Thankfully, I regained my composure and me and my wobbly legs did an easy 10 minutes on the elliptical to bring my heart rate down and flush my legs.
It was awesome. I was a puddle. I will be doing this class again next week.