Sunday and Monday were blissful couch potato days. Yesterday, at work, I consumed countless pretzels, half a bar of chocolate, and at least 8 (I lost count after number 5) soft and mouthwatering M&M cookies (Lindsay, I share your pain...those little fellas are deadly!), that a colleague had baked and displayed in eyecatching fashion. What's up with all this food at the office??? Don't they know I have NO self-control?
I realized no exercise = gorging. So, it was back to business as usual today, which meant soldiering through 5 miles before work and hitting the gym after work.
Now, having enjoyed many a chuckle out of Roisin's gym stories, I have one of my own today.
Whatever happened to predictions that New Year Resolutioners would quit the gym in Feb-March? Not only is our local LA Fitness bursting at its seams, it seems to be adding new members every day!
My plan today was ambitious: join the BodyWorks class from 5:45 to 6:45, then jump into spinning class from 6:45-7:30. Easy enough, no? (apart from screaming quads and pounding heart, I mean). Well, as you will see, it turned out to be quite a logistical feat.
Due to the popularity of spinning class, our gym has a sign-in sheet that you are supposed to fill out 15 minutes to 1/2 hour before the class. But that's not all. You also have to dive into the class as sweaty people from the previous class are filing out, and claim your bike by throwing your towel or water bottle on it. 10 minutes before the class, all bikes are taken. You snooze, you lose.
So, that meant I had to leave Body Works class at 6:30 to mark my territory in spinning class, then return to complete the BodyWorks class.
It all would have been simple if the Body Works class was not so f#$*ing overflowing with humanity. Seriously, we were crawling all over each other...every inch of space was taken up by sweating, writhing female bodies.
Now, picture this: 20 minutes before the end of the class, we are on all fours, dumbbell in outstretched right hand, left leg stretched out behind, waiting for instructions, when this woman (let's call her X) walks in and plops down 2 inches away from my nose and proceeds to stretch herself out on all fours, forcing me to crawl nearer to the woman behind me (let's call her Y).
So, for the rest of the routine, I have my dumbbell almost shoved up X's ass and my stinky shoe dangling near Y's mouth!
Anyway, you can imagine what an ordeal it was to extricate various body parts from this tangled mess a few minutes later, to leave the class and stake my claim to a spinning bike; not to mention elbowing my way out of there at the end of the class to make it to spinning class on time (I don't like to miss the start of spinning class...I'm weird like that). The ultimate irony was that as I triumphantly lowered myself on my bike and looked around...only half the bikes were taken!
But the important thing is, all's well that ends well. I completed an hour of BodyWorks and 45 minutes of spinning and left. I tell you! Gyms are not for the faint of heart.
Hope you had a wonderful, beer-filled St. Patty's Day!