I’ll be honest, I have never been the most fit person. When it comes to working out, I usually go on the treadmill till I shed one little tear of sweat and then I’m done. That is usually how I “work out”. Coming back to California, my dad signed me up at the YMCA to do some classes with him to get fit.
The first class we took was a stationary cycling class. When he first told me that we were going to do cycling, I thought to myself, “this will be easy money because I know how to ride a bike”, but I was dead wrong. I got into the class all high and mighty with six other women and my dad. I thought to myself, “all these women are twice the age as me maybe even more and that this class was going to be easy”. I was so wrong, as soon as I started peddling I knew I was in for it.
There were bursts of sprints where I would have to maintain a certain RPM (rolls per minute) and tapping where I would have to increase the pressure to make the peddling harder. I’m not going to lie, but the struggle was so real. I could not even keep up with these older ladies at all. They were all going like an average of 80 RPM and I was only could maintain an average of 60 RPM. I’ve never felt so defeated in my entire life (well what I’ve lived so far).
By the end of the 45 minute class, I was literally dead. I looked so disgusting with sweat dripping down my face and stinging my eyes. I had sweat so much that someone could probably fill a bucket. My legs were wobbly and I could barely walk back to the car, let alone the stairs I had to climb too. The rest of the people in the class looked liked they finished effortlessly. By the end of it I felt so nauseous, and felt like I was going to throw up despite drinking water the whole time and having an empty stomach.
Lessons learned from this workout is that sometimes things aren’t always as easy as they appear to be and not to judge others just on age. I know for sure that what I thought was “working out” before was definitely not “working”.
“Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many; the intelligence of a few perceives what has been carefully hidden.”- Phaedrus