Tonight, I participated in my first RPM Cycling Class at Bodyplex. It was a small taste of Hell. It was extremely hot in there. The small triangular seat on top of the stationary torture machine could barely support my 200 pound (that's right baby) frame. They were playing extremely loud techno music, and the lady leading the class was screaming in my ear like a drill sergeant. For some reason, I always get singled out in these classes (I still need to blog about my recent experience in my first ever Yoga Class with Sonya...her voice is like Delilah from the call-in love songs radio show, but that is another story for another day.).
I almost left the RPM Class several times, but there was a poster on the wall that guilted me into staying. It said something like "pain is temporary and quitting is eternal". Well, that class went on for an eternity. The worst thing about my experience is that after I sweated rockets (much larger than bullets) and peddled my butt off for 45 minutes, I was still in the same place that I started. I got absolutely nowhere. I could not imagine doing that forever.
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Haha...too funny! I love that class. I usually take it @ 5:45 a.m. Your butt eventually gets used to the seat!
I am actually sore (possibly injured) from that so called seat. I don't think my large caboose will be getting used to it.
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