I have never felt this way before. He is dominant, painfully fit and has pushed my body to breaking point.
After a long day at the office full of the usual politics, tea room chit chat and mundane pleasantries, I decided excitement was drastically needed to lift my dull mood. I headed home planning my tight fitting outfit for the evening. No matter what, tonight was going to be all about me. I was going to take a risk for once and damn the consequences.
The time and place was all arranged so there was no backing out. It was now or never. I changed and showered in record time, consciously pulling my hair back into a ponytail to prevent any unnecessary distractions. Kissing the kiddos and husband goodbye, the butterflies flipped about in my stomach at the thought of my evening ahead. On the drive I start to worry I'm doing the right thing. What if I don't make it home?
An hour later and I'm back in the car. Covered head to toe in sweat, my legs shaking - thankful the session was finally over. Those 45 minutes had passed in a whirlwind of frenzied body movements, desperation and euphoria. At some points I wasn't sure I would be able to stay conscious.
Still, for some unknown reason I heard myself agreeing to the same time, same place, next week. This man has me hooked. Reassuring me it will get easier with time and persistence.
My sore bum and wobbly legs tell me differently. Let me tell you now that spinning class is not for the faint-hearted. Or the unfit like me.
Damn that new instructor.