Today we had spin class. The day starts early. Up at 6:15am (on a Sunday!) to have time to grab some peanut butter toast and coffee and get ready to hit the road by 7:15am. Then we have a 90 minute drive (not much traffic that early on a Sunday morning) to get to spin class. But what a better way to start the day.
Today’s class was intense. I know the classes get progressively more difficult and push harder each week. That’s one of the reasons I like the class. I need to be pushed. And I really need to get ready for bike season 2016. But today’s class was hard.
We did a series of intervals where we had to hold a higher heart rate for extended periods of time (like 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes) and then have a recovery time. I was ok with the 1 minute and 2 minute intervals, but the 3 minute one was killing me. I really wanted to throw in the towel. But I didn’t want to admit to the others at the class that I was struggling. That’s a theme for me, but more on that later. I have a goal for the end of the ride season, and I am determined to accomplish it.
So this is what was going on in my head during the first 3 minute interval. I decided to close my eyes and picture myself accomplishing my goal. Eyes closed, I’m gonna do this for 3 minutes….ok….that’s got to be about 3 minutes, right? 1 minute down. Ok…reassess. You can do this, don’t be such a big baby. Close your eyes, you only have 2 more minutes. But I really want to quit. Ok. So now I am picturing myself reaching my goal and I’m picturing Meredith. Meredith who can never give up on taking care of her diabetes. Ok…are we done yet??? 2 minutes down and 1 more to go. Are you kidding???? I really want to quit. I really don’t know that I can do this. Really…what’s the big deal if I stop? It won’t really mean anything. I can still accomplish my goal and I don’t have to tell Meredith I gave up. Holden won’t really know I quit because he’s not paying any attention to me. So, just stop already. 15 seconds left. WTF? I can do it for 15 more seconds, right?? Hell yes…I did it!
I think we ended up doing 3 of those intervals…it really could have been more. I was half dead by the end of the 2nd one. But I was also a little proud of myself for pushing on. I am glad that I didn’t give up. It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t pretty, but if I had given up, I think I would have beat myself up for it and that would not have been pretty either. I stuck through a really hard work out. I am sore and I am tired. I am also pretty satisfied. I did something that I don’t know that every one can do…I pushed through the hard part.