My butt is extremely displeased with me right now. Last night, in yoga, the instructor said "find your sit bones and root down into them." I think I heard a chortle from my sit bones when she said that. Or was it a scream? In reality, it was probably my butt saying @#$% you, since I presume my butt has the same potty mouth (pardon the pun) that I do.
My butt HURTS. Spinning, which I really like, is turning my butt into a source of pain and anguish. To be clear, my butt has never really been a source of sweetness and light, and it was producing death clouds yesterday, but it's never hurt like this. It's that seat. I've seen larger bananas. I've sat on more comfortable bricks. I think the Spinning seat people are sadists, gleefully designing smaller seats with less and less padding, pretending that Lance said it should be that way and we should all just shut up and be like Lance.
I went to the bike store and found the most padded shorts they offer. I about had an aneurysm and a heart attack at the same time when I realized they were $60, but I bought them. My butt made me do it. My butt threatened to do all sorts of unseemly and embaraassing things if I didn't put my debit card on the counter right that second and buy those extortion-priced diaper shorts. I did it.
It's slowly getting better. Each class my butt is a teeny-weeny-tiny-increment-of-
pain better than previous. At this rate I should be pain free while Spinning in a year or so. My friends assure me that it won't take that long, but they are all jealous of me and my 265 pound butt that is begging for a bag of frozen peas, so they can't be trusted. No, they aren't really jealous, I made that part up.
My favorite part about spinning? Yoga! Spinning means I can go to yoga every day without sacrificing my goals. Part of my problem for the last 6 (8?) weeks is my new-found addiction to yoga. But yoga doesn't burn calories the way an hour on the treadmill or a spinning class does. Result? I'm bendy and happy and yoga glowy and maybe more toned, but I haven't lost a pound.
Yoga is doing great things for me emotionally, so I'm unwilling to give it up. Solution? Morning cardio. Swimming, Spinning and Treadmill, Oh My!
I was dry today at Spinning and didn't realize it. I was feeling kind of blah until I was half way through class and bam, I was feeling better than I had at the beginning and sweat started pouring out of me. I think it was the bottle and a half of water I had chugged hitting my system. That also explains why I felt off at yoga last night. DRINK! Must drink ample fluids. Doh!
So today is day one of project get my bruised butt in gear. Day 1 of my self imposed 7 day challenge. Someone recommended blogging each of those days, and I thought that was a good idea. It isn't like my fingers hurt, just my nether regions.
So far I'm doing great on the Great Jenn Reboot. 100 calorie almond pack. 1.25 Cups green peas, the starchy yummy ones. Cup of decaf Earl Grey (even though it is nearly impossible to get fantastic Earl Grey outside of England. I think this means I need to take a vacation to England! Shiny things. I digress. Oops. Sorry).
Anybody have one of those inflatable hemorrhoid cushions laying around that I can borrow? :)