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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Reflections From the Heart 
You’re definitely not a quitter, girlfriend. I’m still in awe that you’ve persisted with your writing, in spite of the many obstacles. I’m truly impressed!
Rhonda, you have always encouraged me. Thank you for all your support, both past and present.
You know this activity is the ‘secret weapon’ on ‘America’s Biggest Loser?’ You burn SOOOO many calories in on session. Good job getting as far as you have.
Spinning class is tough – even for younger people. Trust me, I know! I still come away with wobbly legs. Your son is right – hang with it.
You’re right! And I’m still hanging!!! (Still got a long way to go.)