Posted by
jiezi156 on Wednesday, December 09, 2009 9:33:12 PM
I also had no idea that my fellow suburban women would be so good at
it. As our perky, pony-tailed leader bobbed along in her bike seat,
yelling at us to
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water games "add tension," the women around me sweated in stoic
silence.
Meanwhile, I literally held on, hoping I wouldn't
distinguish myself by falling over. Some days our goal was to make the
final leg of our race across the U.S.; other days I tried to keep up as
we circled Cuba with the goal of swilling mojitos at the finish line.
Those
first few spins left me exhausted, or
freshwater pearl worse, faint. It didn't help that I
had once written a magazine article about young heart attack survivors,
including a 30-something guy who had pushed himself through part of a
gym workout and then managed to drive home, where his wife realized he
was having a heart attack and called an ambulance.
Eventually,
the paranoia subsided, with help from my wireless heart monitor, which
kept insisting I wasn't dying even though my gasping told me otherwise.
Then, after a few weeks, spin started feeling … normal. I started going
three, four times a week.
The American Heart Association
recommends 30 minutes of moderate intensity exercise five days a week.
For once, I was meeting their guidelines.
Then I did what a lot
of busy women do: I found plenty of excellent reasons not to go. First,
my beloved mother-in-law died. Then, too many deadlines. Then I had to
freshwater perl jewelry stay home with the kids, who
were out of school. Then they were in summer school, but I had to clean
the house. Then the house was clean, but I had to pack for vacation.
Then we came back from vacation, dumped all our bags in the foyer and
the house was a mess all over again. Then we kept leaving town. By the
time we stopped, new deadlines were looming and the PTA had found a use
for my mornings.
All told, eight months lapsed with no exercise,
save a few weekend hikes and bike trips in the
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And let me
note: The buddy system wasn't working for me, since I had managed to
blow off my buddy off many months running.
In the end, it wasn't
peer pressure or even health fears that sent me back. It was money. A
few weeks ago, I did the numbers: Since February, I've been paying $33 a
month to not go to the gym. So when I finally did go back, my first
spin session last week cost me $264, or $6.60 per minute for
pearl
earrings 40 minutes.
A few days later, I went again, knocking
the price down per minute down by half. Now if I can only get it down
to a dime a minute.
That would require … about 125 workouts
between now and June. Mojitos on the beach, here I come.