My wife is a former Spin instructor, so the one piece of fitness equipment we have in our home is a Spin bike. It’s a LeMond RevMaster, but I call it the Spinster. Why? Because the bike doesn’t get any action either.
At least not from me. Even my nine-year-old son will climb on and pedal every now and then. The bike is in the same room as our TV, so you’d think I’d take advantage of the proximity and kill two birds by breaking a sweat while catching up on DVRed shows. Notice in the picture, though, how close the bike is to the couch and try and guess which one I find to be a more inviting seat.
Since today is the start of letting Lisa train me, I thought I’d get a tiny head start yesterday and ease into exercise by watching some football while finally riding the bike. It’s only been, what, 17 months since we moved and had this particular arrangement available. Plus, perhaps watching real athletes on TV would inspire some perspiration of my own so Sunday football seemed like a perfect choice.
What’s the first thing that I remember about the experience? Hmmmm, this is an interesting angle for watching the screen. Truthfully, though, what comes to mind is just how uncomfortable it was, and I don’t mean the exercise. I’m used to riding my bike to work, but that doesn’t have toe clips on the pedals like the RevMaster does. So even a brief thirty minutes has got my calves concerned about how much Trick or Treating distance will be covered this evening. And the seat? Let’s just say there are certain areas of my body that, given a preference, I’d like to avoid going numb. I guess that’s why they do jumps and hill climbs in a Spin class and I may need to add that to my repertoire in the future.
Yes, the future. I will climb back on the Spinster in the weeks ahead. It’s ridiculous that I haven’t taken advantage of so simple and convenient a resource as a $1200 high-performance exercise machine. And maybe I need something more inspiring than the Patriots’ loss to motivate me. Any suggestions for good viewing?
As for the immediate future, I have no idea what Lisa has in store for me this week. I only know I’m not going to like it. We’re planning to hit the gym after school drop-off today and turn that into a routine. Lisa and I made vows of “in sickness and in health,” but neither of those covers pulled muscles (stock tip: you may want to invest in the parent company of Advil). By Thursday I fully expect to be pulling the “But honey I didn’t consult with my physician before beginning an exercise regime” card to avoid my date with the elliptical.
About the only way I can get out of this now would be to die in my sleep and I’ll let Alanis Morissette debate whether or not that would qualify as irony. And after all, it’s just exercise. Rumor is there’s these things called endorphins that you get afterwards that kinda make you feel good. Beer makes you feel good, too. We will just have to see what the journey brings and hope that the title of next week’s post isn’t “The Even More Reluctant Hubby.”
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