And the answer is of course, Holly.
But I was a willing participant, so I’m not going to blame anyone too much here.
Holly wanted to try a cycle class, and I knew how horrendous they are when you first start (all cardio is, on the first attempt). Originally we were to have our first try last week on Tuesday for a 45 minute class, but we missed out on that. This week I was originally thinking the same class, except I realised I would be on my way to Melbourne tomorrow evening.
So, we decided, Monday, 1 hour. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, someone took my legs and replaced them with noodles… that is what! Holly coped a bit better with the class than I did. Or should I say, she pushed harder and ended up equally wasted, so in my book, she wins this round.
I think the funniest moment of the class was when I said I was going to skip out a little early, she looked at her watch at 6:20pm and was trying to berate me for skipping out only 20 minutes in.
She had forgotten we started at 5:45pm.
I don’t think her brain was still working at that point. Neither was mine.
It’s a strange property of cardio classes that when you do them well, halfway in my brain stops responding to anything more complicated than following instructions coming from the front of the class. And even that is a challenge.
Hopefully a few more classes will get my fitness back to where I can make it through an hour, but for now we are going easy on ourselves.