Thursday, 28 September 2017

"It's not how you start, but how you finish"

It was this gem of a quote that my spin instructor bellowed at me yesterday, midway through an uphill sprint that had me wondering just how possible it was to have a heart attack or drop a lung whilst cycling. Was it possible to only live with one lung? Was that a thing?
It was at that moment that I wanted to throw my watter bottle at her, because let's face it, you can't do a spin class without a spin instructor, right? 
I started the class incredibly lack lustre. I had to force myself on the bus to the gym, and then I had to drag myself in to the room and awkwardly set up my bike whilst thinking of what illness I could spontaneously fake to get me out of the class. With this attitude, I didn't think I would last 5 minutes of the class, let alone the 45 shown on the board. 
Still, I sucked it up, awkwardly lunged in to the saddle and started to slowly pedal whilst waiting for the instructor to turn up. I was still thinking of bombing it out the door when she turned up, full of life and dancing her way to the front of the room like some ballerina in lycra. 
The first 15 minutes of the class were hell, not because of what we were doing but because I was mentally already out of the room. What was for dinner again? How long would it take to get home in traffic at the end? 
And then it clicked. I was here for the 45 minutes. I couldn't commando roll out of the room. I couldn't swing from the ceiling to monkey climb to the window and make my (awkward waddle) break for freedom. I was here now for the 45 minutes, so I may as well commit myself to the 45 minutes and crack on. 
So, when the instructor told me to switch gears, I did. When the instructor told me to get my backside out the saddle and hover, I did. When she told me to give it some more oomph, I did. 
It made the world of difference. The change in mentality meant I was no longer thinking of going to bed, but about the benefit of the next 45 minutes, which I fully committed to and pushed on through. 
I started terribly, with a crap attitude and a 'lets just get this over with' approach, which meant I didn't want to break a sweat, let alone put the hard graft in. I finished strong, however, and hopped off the bike feeling alive and thrilled with myself for not turning around and leaving when I had the first nagging doubts. 
So, although I hated my spin instructor whilst she was screaming at me to "find my fire" and "climb that hill", her quote about finishing better than you started massively won me over. And yes, I have signed up to another spin class - on a Saturday morning.