Thanks for the pep talk

So my afternoon duty is driving a group of students (girls) to Gold's Gym for fitness classes. This is FAR better than driving the crew team to the boat house, which was 6 days a week for a total of 3 hours a day. Sheesh! Plus, I'm allowed to exercise with the girls!

On Mondays, we do a strength and conditioning class that I love. It's tough but I feel tough doing it and I feel the most sore after this class. On Wednesday, there's a spinning class. On Friday, it's yoga--a perfect way to end the week (except for Saturday!).

Spinning is a lot harder than the bike trip, and a lot more boring since you're going nowhere. Position 1 is sitting on the saddle and riding (any resistance, but usually on the easier side). Position 2 is pedaling while standing at a higher resistance. Position 3 is standing at an even higher resistance, but you're leaning forward with your upper body, and hovering over the seat. Basically, you're doing a squat while pedaling. I feel the burn just typing these words.

At our second spinning class, our instructor Lisa had us do sprints. Oy! She had us in Position 1 at a medium resistance. We had to do sprint for 40 seconds while keeping our RPMs at above 120. I lost count how many sprints we did. I think it was 314. Even though the room is dark except for some colored spot lights, our bikes are in a circle and the walls are mirrored, so it's hard to slack off. I immediately became Lisa's special project because my RPMs are quickly declining.

"Come on Rebekah!" "Let's go, let's go, let's gooooo!" "Stop dancing in your seat!" (I was pedaling so fast that I was bouncing from side to side) "Go go goooo!!"

My heart is about to explode and my leg muscles have given up. I'm dying.

Our conversation went something like this (meanwhile, the girls are still pedaling):
--What's going on, Mama?
--It's hard, that's all!
--Yeah, but how old are you?
--Almost 31.
--You're young! You should be able to do this!
--Yeah, but they're sleeping through the night!!
She dismisses that with her hand, like it doesn't matter.

Then she says:
--Get off your bike. Let me see if it's broken.
BROKEN?!?! I'll tell you what's about to be broken!!

She hops on my bike and pedals like her professional instructor's self, easily coasting at 130 RPMs.
--See? Your bike's not broken!
Yeah, you're right Lisa, but I can change that.