Yesterday evening, as I was getting ready for the gym in my office- my contacts ripped in my eyes, ouch. I should have taken that as a sign that last night’s workout wasn’t really in the cards for me- but I had just bought new spin shoes & I already signed up for class with it being too late to cancel so I decided I would man up and try to get through the class essentially blind.
The spin shoes that I bought didn’t come with the clips, so I had to buy those from amazon and screw them in. No big deal, easy enough- right?
So I arrived to my 5:30 spin class and walk in, literally almost blind- squinting like a complete moron. The nice people at the front desk ask me if I want to rent shoes. "Nope! I finally got a pair of my own!" I told them, as I had them double check that I had purchased the right clips for the bottom.
I put my crap in the locker, put on my new shoes, and made my way to my bike giving unintentional stink eye to probably everyone I encountered since I am essentially blind and squinting like an asshole. My shoes clipped in easy enough & the lights went off & the music starting blasting & I thought to myself, oh not being able to see isn’t too bad- I’m glad I came.
Cut to 15 minutes later, while we are “climbing” a monster hill swaying back and forth on the bike. Apparently, screwing the clips to the bottom of my shoes really wasn’t easy enough- because oh man, it’s about to get ugly. I guess I didn’t screw them in tight enough because while tacking the resistance, moving left and right to get through it- my fucking right shoe unscrewed from the clips which are clipped into the bike and I go tumbling over- taking the bike with me because my left foot is still completely clipped in.
When I say this was a massive spectacle, that’s an understatement. The thud was so loud when I fell, everyone in the room probably thought I died- and then of course I have the god damn bike that I took with me on top of me as well. The poor instructor leapt off of her bike immediately to help me while everyone else just sort of looked at me with what I can assume was pity (I’m not certain though because remember, I’m still blind with no contacts in).
It probably took about three minutes to get me completely unclipped and the bike back upright, but it felt like a million years. I legitimately wanted to die. Everyone who works at the studio was super nice about it- and they even convinced me to get back on the bike and finish out the class, but obviously the second I left the studio I ordered myself a big ass pizza and stuffed my face to ease the shame and embarrassment.
So if you’re counting, this is the second time within a month that I had some ridiculously embarrassing & awkward exercise related event (event #1). I’m starting to wonder if there is a higher being trying to tell me something.