Saturday, 29 August 2009

oops

I would like to start by pointing out that I did not have a tantrum and rip the paper towel holder from the wall and throw it across the Spinning studio at Matt because RPM was too hard - honest.

What actually happened was at the end of the class when we were off the bikes doing the stretches. I started to lose my balance so put my hand out to put it on the wall but actually hit the paper towel holder, which turned out wasn't fastened down. I knocked it flying across the room bouncing between the bikes and you wouldn't believe the racket it made. Each time it hit the floor was like a thunder clap.

I think fate was just trying to prove I was wrong the other week when I said I couldn't have had more attention drawn to me. Now this time I really couldn't have drawn more attention to myself if I'd done cartwheels across the room. Of course by this point everyone in the room was looking at me, Matt was making jibes about me wrecking the gym and people were laughing, but you know what, so was I.

Ok I was mildly embarrassed but I could see the funny side. Like Matt said, I try to hide at the back of the room then do that. I laughed, picked it up and put it back and carried on.

I didn't run away and cry and that must mean that I'm feeling more comfortable in there and have stopped being scared of those people, even mental shouting girl.

All these RPM classes are taking there toll though, My bum hurts and I have a bruise on the inside of my left thigh. It's better now I'm on a bike that doesn't have the rubber bit missing but it still digs in. I don't know why it digs more into my left thigh than my right. I have tried sitting more to that side but can't stay like that, I'm not in the center when I do. Is my left leg fatter than my right? It's rather strange.

The thought occured to me during todays class that perhaps if I put a support bandage on my thigh it will both protect it a bit and maybe squeeze it in enough for it not to digg in. Worth a try.

Now I just need to put a cushion on the seat.

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