smurfalicious
10-13-2004, 09:08 AM
When I signed up at the local gym I thought, cool, I can take spin classes which will help my endurance, and maybe I can start smoking my boyfriend on the trails for a change. I did not think for a moment that I would learn the incredible wicking properties of my riding clothes, or what it feels like when you've worked so hard you wanna puke.
First things first, I felt way over dressed in my shorts and super cute blue tee/jersey with the dragon on it, but whatever. I can't imagine getting on a bike and getting sweaty in a cotton tee.
They tell you to bring a towel, so I say to myself, "Self, what could we need a towel for, we just wipe snot on our gloves, oh well, bring the towel." Warming up with no resistance I thought, ya right. Finally sitting down after our first standing climb and feeling myself wringing wet, I got the idea. I also got the idea that unlike my beloved Pony, if I get pooped on a climb, I can't just stop pedaling and unclip.
I also learned that while doing a low hover (which is much more similar in feeling to how I climb seated) that the chorus of Aerosmith's "Dude looks like a lady" is really, really long, if that's when you get to quit.
Then of course there are these two psycho over acheivers who won't sit down after the climbs. Yeah, whatever, someone bring me a beer.
All told I survived, and it wasn't until a few hours later when the pain in my limbs kicked in. That night I reaked sooo badly of icy hot my roommate came out of his room to ask what the smell was. I guess I stunk pretty bad, but I didn't care. All I know, is that piece of chicken, coated in garlic and fresh off the George Foreman grill tasted sooooo good.
love and cookies
-smurf
First things first, I felt way over dressed in my shorts and super cute blue tee/jersey with the dragon on it, but whatever. I can't imagine getting on a bike and getting sweaty in a cotton tee.
They tell you to bring a towel, so I say to myself, "Self, what could we need a towel for, we just wipe snot on our gloves, oh well, bring the towel." Warming up with no resistance I thought, ya right. Finally sitting down after our first standing climb and feeling myself wringing wet, I got the idea. I also got the idea that unlike my beloved Pony, if I get pooped on a climb, I can't just stop pedaling and unclip.
I also learned that while doing a low hover (which is much more similar in feeling to how I climb seated) that the chorus of Aerosmith's "Dude looks like a lady" is really, really long, if that's when you get to quit.
Then of course there are these two psycho over acheivers who won't sit down after the climbs. Yeah, whatever, someone bring me a beer.
All told I survived, and it wasn't until a few hours later when the pain in my limbs kicked in. That night I reaked sooo badly of icy hot my roommate came out of his room to ask what the smell was. I guess I stunk pretty bad, but I didn't care. All I know, is that piece of chicken, coated in garlic and fresh off the George Foreman grill tasted sooooo good.
love and cookies
-smurf