Today at 4:30 p.m., I slipped on my bike shoes and made my way across the workout studio to my chosen yellow bike, halfway across the back row.
For the next hour, I pedaled furiously to the actually tolerable playlist of Rachel, the superfit instructor. She led us through sprints, climbs and steady paces. It was relentless. Several times during that hour, the thought of cutting it short came to mind, but I pedaled it away. I kept going and going — and lived to tell about it.
It’s been 6 or so years since I fell off the spinning wagon. Looks like I’m getting back on. Sure, I’m definitely hurting a bit at the moment, but it’s not too bad — and that’s really, really good.