The laxative didn’t work (but I did find out the correct spelling). I feel like I have a ticking time bomb in my belly now. I got to the gym after work and was warming up for my PT session when I felt the need so ran to the loos but it was no dice. I tried my hardest cos with the money I pay my PT there’s no way in hell I’d excuse myself mid-session just for a poo. It would be literally money down the drain.
Arrghh – we had a new Spin instructor tonight. He came in dressed like he was taking part in the Tour d’France (that’s the big bike race, yeah?) – fully co-ordinated cycling gear from the cap on his head to the shoes and that included his drink bottle.
The class started and he got off the bike and came over to me. He turned my resistance back to zero then told me to pick up the pace. I was like dude, where’s your spin instructor licence? Well not really cos I only thought of that one now but seriously, in every class I’ve ever done the one thing they tell you over and over is NEVER spin with no resistance.
Sure I might not have been going as fast as he’d like but it was the frigging warm up.
Then every track we did but one was a sprint. Boring. And, for the non-sprint track we had to do this standing and sitting in groups. The girl beside me and I got in trouble cos we didn’t know what group were in. It was very high school PE class.
Even worse – all but two tracks were these latino dance mixes. Then we had Vogue by Madonna (that was for the sit, stand group thing). I hate that song so much.
Oh yeah, and toward the end of the class, he asked if anyone wanted their water bottle topped up. I’ve been in classes where the instructor will go fill your bottle so you don’t have to get off the bike but he was using his own water bottle for the top ups. Gross.
I’m thinking of ringing the gym tomorrow and putting in a complaint. I don’t want to be a whingy bitch but I think with the resistance thing, if that had been my first class I could have end up injuring myself.