Going spinning!!!

I will readily confess to this : I'm not a huge fan of cardio, spinning, or aerobics in terms of people looking to lose body fat . I'm one of those people you see running on the sidewalk and it looks like they despise every single minute they are doing it. I mean if somebody likes doing it; if somebody wants to be the triathlete, you know what, go ahead and do it and love what you do. It's not like I never move - Gimme a football any day and I'll keep playing till I drop.Some of my close friends will at this point comment that I don't move much during the course of a football match for me to be exhausted.Whatever! Anyways,call it a moment of madness.I agreed to go spinning with one of my colleagues who is a size zero,stays off carbs and her boyfriend loves health drinks.Moment of madness indeed.My sister was startled enough-the news spread like wildfire among my friends and family in India.My close friends(again) at this point commented that they would believe it when they saw it or pigs would fly first.You get the drift of people's thoughts of me and a gym. Day of Reckoning.Entered the class.Colleague surprised I had actually come.Had a look at the bike and wondered how many people had injuries just getting onto that damned contraption.The instructor gave me the once over and told me to hang on to my inhaler.Sat on the bike and realised this was going to be painful even before it started;buttocks sore from the hard seat. The class's booming music starts and the instructor's gravelly voice intrude into my private space.It was like being at a club, but with all the lights on, with water instead of alcohol,and with everyone wearing the appropriate clothing to be sweating so damn much! I find myself secretly watching the spinners and their ostentatious brand of energy. I stare at the men and women in their tight-fitting Lycra and lurid sneakers, as they pedal,and wonder:were they all once fat or are they enjoying this ? There were times when I looked around the gym and felt like an over-sized mollusk, schlumping my way along on the bike and then I think that I'm actually getting quite a nice workout. So I took heart and kept on going on. When I'm stronger and have shed a few layers of myself,there will be time for running like a gazelle. For now, I was settling for mollusk if it was getting me where I wanted to be. Time moves slow.Minutes are hours.I lose track of when and how many times I have to twist that resistance knob.The instructor keeps glancing over at me worriedly.I look like i may keel over.My colleague gives me encouraging smiles(How any one can smile during this is beyond me).I mutter 'Push,Push' under my breath and start feeling a bit ridiculous to be psyching myself up out loud.Yes!The end of the class couldn't have come sooner.Get off the bike and I can't feel anything waist down.Hang on to whatever is there so I don't fall.My colleague(God bless her)comes across and asks me-"Did you enjoy that?".I am too tired either to swear or punch her lights out.I just want to go home and collapse.Anyway,that was that. On one side, there's great benefit to your weight loss program because of the group mentality because social support is huge. Working out in that group encourages you to come back. And a lot of people have fun with it.I'm not in that lot btw. But you know what.No pain,no gain.Size zero looks better than size 100.Spinning- here I come.