Spin Class

Not the class you probably think of when you hear spin class. No, this was spin class on bikes. Holy Moly.

This is my second week of spin class, and because I didn't feel like throwing up after it this time, I stuck around for a bit and chatted with a few of the people in it. One of them has cancer and wants to do a triathalon. One of them is a mother of two and wants to be fit for her kids. About six of them are all teachers from the same school who want to be a fit staff. Me? Well, I have this really cute pair of size fours in my closet...

I know, I know, it's the most shallow reason of all! But it's my reason! I was so skinny when I was a young adult. I mean, I'm still young, and I'm still an adult, but I guess a younger adult than I am now before I had kids and freedom - I mean, free time. And started eating on a regular basis. And make enough money to go grocery shopping. And quit smoking - thereby not purchasing $11/pack cigarettes every few days. And bought a car.

There's something about not owning a car, not having enough money to choose between your pack-a-day habit and food (you pick the smokes) and walking absolutely everywhere that makes you *really* thin. I mean, really, really thin. The healthy part is questionable.

But now I'm not thin. I'm officially the fattest I've ever, ever been in my entire life. I can't keep going this way! I'm going to breech 200 soon! So two weeks ago, I started spin class. I'm trying to eat healthier and all that great stuff, but let's be honest, it's easy to fall off that wagon. It's so easy to be like, oh, it's just one bag of chips, which leads to, oh, it's just one chocolate bar, one bowl of ice cream, one package of gummies and one extra pant size. The key is really the exercise, I think, which sucks because I really despise exercising.

But alas, those size fours, my reason for working out, are not going to fit around my thigh if I don't get this in check, so I shelled out $70 to be yelled at by a ridiculously handsome British instructor in a group of 12 sweaty, grunting women as we complain about pained crotches, sore thighs, lack of air, and really uncomfortable bike seats. Did I mention the pained crotches?

But dudes, I'm doing it. I'm on my bike every Tuesday for 45 minutes, which I know isn't much, but it's a start. And we're not just leisurely biking. We're increasing tension and standing up when we bike (how on earth did I do that so much as a kid?!), and doing sprints and hard climbs and more sprints and more hard climbs. The first week, I stopped for a breather under the guise of needing to pee. I felt like I was going to vomit. This week? I didn't get off the bike once. I stood when everybody else stood. I did sprints when everybody else did sprints. My underwear were soaked in the back because of all the sweating I did.

But I did it. I stink, I'm tired, I'm achey, and my crotch really hurts (did I mention the bike seats are not comfortable?), but I did it.

Two weeks down, ten to go. Size four pants, I'm looking at you.


A Better Wisp

I promised better pictures of Wisp, and better pictures I shall post.


(It's really long)




2010 On The Go!

Well, despite having not blogged for a month, I really have gotten things done. The holidays came and went with hardly a stitch given, save from a pair of socks for my best friend and a sweater for my mom. I decided it was just too much to knit for everybody, and honestly, not everybody appreciates the time and effort of it, so I left my needles pretty cool. As usual, the holidays were very busy, though, with way too much food and drink.

New Year's was a quiet affair with Robbie and I mostly just reading and chatting and having a glass of wine as 2009 went and 2010 entered. And since then, I've been doing not much more than work and sleep. However, I have managed to knit one thing.


This is Wisp. The picture's not great (I just took it, and it's 11:00 at night, so, you know...), but when the sun comes up tomorrow (tomorrow...I'll love you, tomorrow...) I'll get a better picture. It came off my needles about a week or so ago, and I just bothered to block it and weave in all the ends. It's pretty, though, and the Zauberball makes the project, which is a pretty straight-forward (and boring) knit. To add some textural design to the scarf, I changed up the pattern slightly in alternate panels, with a YO, K1 for one panel and a K1, YO for the next. I actually liked the K1, YO better than the called-for YO, K1. It just seemed cleaner to me.

Troldeskov is doing well. I've had a lot of interest, which is great, and I'll be releasing the pattern for sale on Ravelry in just a few days. All my test knitters are finished, and for the most part, the pattern feedback was really positive. I do have a few things to adjust, such as some errors I made in the charting (sorry, folks. Check out the errata on Ravelry) and maybe a bit more clarity for my overseas friends who may knit the shawl. Overall, though, I'm extremely thrilled with the response that I've been getting on my first real design, and my husband has been encouraging me to design some more. I'm thinking a shawl based on Vulcans...hmmm...

Finally, I leave you with a bit of my day today. Elodie was transformed by the super powers of broccoli into Super Elodie, with the super power of cleaning up all her toys and eating all her lunch (and ice cream for desert!).

Super Elodie Super Elodie - muscles
(so happy with how clean and shiny my Counter top looks in that last one. ;)