Aim for the low hanging clouds

Yesterday I decided to try the cycling class at the gym I just signed up for. Holy hell. When I got there I asked the instructor if it was a hard class, I'd heard it was hard, but just wondering? And she said, yes, it's a pretty intense class. When she asked if my seat felt comfortable, I said no and the girl next to me laughed, looked over and said, "It's not supposed to feel like riding a bike!" Oh ok, my mistake, it's just a cycling class. The instructor - who by the way does have the proportions of a Barbie - hopped onto my bike and said, "oh yeah, this feels right." I have learned something from classes you can take at the gym. Set your standards low. If they say, "turn up your bike resistance!" turn it down. It looks like you are turning it up but you will thank me later. The worst part was "riding" while standing. If I'd had any idea that was to be a part of the work-out, I probably would not have joined. The instructor would yell, "Up!" wait two seconds then holler, "Down!" meaning you had to peddle while standing, peddle while sitting, peddle while standing...I wanted my water, but was afraid if I grabbed for it, I'd throw-up all over the floor. I was painfully aware of my paint-spattered old pants (thank you black lights) and my jalapeno shirt that says, "I'm hot!" on it. And now I have to drive to Jonesville with barely working legs.