When I was a kid, my cousin, Ben, would torture us with various methods: he would say things like, “put your two pointer fingers together, I bet one of them is longer than the other.”  When we would put them together, tip to tip, he would quickly wrap his hand around them and drag us around yelling, “Chinese torture!”  He also had this horrible thing called the “Iron Finger.”  Fortunately, it was usually John Mark that got this, but he would sit on John’s stomach, pin his shoulders to the ground with his knees and tap him repeatedly on the chest.  His finger was so strong that it wouldn’t bend!  It was always funny at first, but then it would turn to misery when he wouldn’t stop!

Last night, I thought about yelling, “Chinese torture!” myself when I attended my first “Endurance” Spin class.  It seemed fun at first, but quickly turned to misery.  In fact, when I finished the only thing I could say was this:  I didn’t throw up, pass out, or have a heartattack.  But man, was I in pain!  You can ride all day long on a stationary bike and use the little pre-programmed things to work out, but honey, it can NEVER compare to this.  There were times when my legs and ankles were so exhausted that if my feet had not been clipped to the bike pedals, I probably would have fallen off.  And the instructor kept saying, “You should be winded, but not out of breath!”  YEAH RIGHT!  There are two things that I did like about the class, though.  One: I did not quit.  I made it through the entire class.  Two: I burned over 800 calories in 45 minutes.

I’m so sore this morning… EVERYTHING hurts.  My ankles, my knees, my shoulders, my abs, and especially my butt from sitting on that bike seat!  Before I got in the shower last night, I went ahead and took an Aleve, but it didn’t help.

They tell me I should do Spin 3 to 4 times a week, but I seriously think I would die.  I laid down after the class last night and actually said my prayers.  Just in case I had a heartattack, I wanted everything to be square with the Big Guy, ya know?  Plus, I think in my heart, I may have sworn once or twice during that class.

I’m going back next Tuesday.