Meltdown. Is what I’m having. You know what I hate besides fear? Weakness. And that’s how I feel. Weak. I just completed my third spinning class and I feel like crying. Instead of stronger, I’m feeling weaker. While my mind is screaming the entire time, “quit,” I am hurting in an area where it’s downright embarrassing to divulge to a male instructor. And so, I spin on. Fifty minutes is a long time.
My son sent me a text to give it time. “Just stay consistent,” he says. “Don’t quit. In three – four weeks, you’ll start to challenge yourself. Right now, your body is challenging you.”
I sure wish I had done this twenty years ago. Now at fifty-something, I feel foolish trying to keep up with the more youthful and experience crowd. While I did not quit, I could not keep up. I felt deflated driving home. But then again, no pain, no gain, right?
Cycling class. I hope that I will start seeing results instead of feeling as if I’m merely spinning my wheels, if you know what I mean.
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