Bite Me

When I first started this journey, I decided I couldn't do things half way. I had to be willing to try anything, even if it scared me. The first class I jumped into was RPM (biking class). I wasn't excited about it. Exercise bikes and me typically don't get along very well because I like to coast too much when I'm on a bike. Coasting is kinda pointless when you are trying to workout. I had also heard it was one of the more intense classes (speed peddling, STANDING and peddling), one of the higher calorie burners. When I filled out my profile for the gym, it was the only class I put down as "not interested in AT ALL". Guess which class Bria recommended? Guess which class Shelley wanted to try? Sigh....I was stuck!

Arrived to the class early because the first time you take RPM, they want to have time to show you how to set up your bike to fit your body. There were two instructors on the stage that day. Brian (very bouncy) comes over to help Shelley and I. He was sweet, thorough, and over hyper/over happy. The last thing he does is tighten the straps on my feet, looks at us as says "And above all else, HAVE FUN!" And then, bounces away. I look at my feet. I look at Shelley and say "He tied me to my bike!" Shelley says, "You can't get away now!" Looking at my feet again, "I may have to chew my own foot off. The only problem is now I can't reach it!"

Fifteen minutes into the workout, I'm dying! Don't laugh. If you have never taken an RPM class, you don't understand. The other instructor calls out from the stage, "How are my new ladies in the back doing?" I swear, the only thought that crossed my mind was, "Lady, you better be glad I can't breathe right now, because if I could I would yell: Bite Me!!!!!!" Later Shelley and I decided I needed a sign for those moments. Think Wile E. Coyote holding little sign on a stick. A few days later I saw that Joe's Crab Shack sells a shirt with the phrase. I decided that I needed that shirt to workout in. My friend Lisa bought it for me for my birthday this year. Now I don't have to yell...the shirt says it all.