This is what the spin instructor said in class this morning. “I want you to feel like you’re going to hurl.” Um, okay. Check.
The Monday morning spin class is only a half hour. That’s easy, right? I can handle that. Not.
It was a hard class, I’ll give you that. So, at the end of the 30 minutes when I exited my vehicle and thought, “I’m gonna hurl”, I figured it must have been a good workout.
I left the spin room and immediately felt like, “eww, this is worse than I thought.” So, I went to the lounge type area at the top of the stairs to rest for a few minutes. I was sitting there and I said to myself, “Self, you are going to hurl.”
I stumbled to the bathroom. (yes, stumbled) Women’s restroom: Locked. Great. I tried the Men’s restroom (they are single stall, by the way), and it was unlocked. I walk in and it smells horrible, and then I start to think not only am I going to puke, but I might pass out too.
There is no way I wanted to pass out in the men’s bathroom with the door locked, so I thought I better go back and sit down, and possibly dial 911 (not really).
I made it back to the chairs (at the top of the stairway, which I totally regret sitting there where everyone could see me!) and notice there is no garbage, so I grab the first old lady to step off the elevator and say, “Please help me!”
The rest is history. Yes, I hurled. Yes, several people saw me because I wasn’t exactly in an ideal location. Yes, this will possibly go down as one of the most embarrassing moments in my life. No, I am still not giving up on spin.
Oh, and there were 2 sweet ladies (who I don’t know) who sat with me getting me towels and ice, and eventually a snack. I am so thankful to them, and to my hubby who came and picked me up.
One more thing. I am never going back to the gym again. Never.