After a very overly indulgent and delightfully lazy weekend, I was craving some hardcore cardio yesterday to kick my lazy bum back into gear.

Mondays I usually reserve for one of my favorite barre classes, but I was in the mood for something more intense than that. I'd been toying with the idea of a spin class, but I haven't stepped foot into a spin studio since some point in the summer or fall when I was dealing with really bad hip pain.



At the time, hinging over a bike seat was excruciatingly painful. But since things have been pretty Ok on the hip front lately, I wanted to test the waters.

I got to the studio a bit on the earlier side, and asked for some help getting my bike set up since it had been so long. Figured it doesn't hurt to have one of the people actually trained in it make sure my seat was at the right height and distance from the handlebars.

I hopped on the bike and started doing some easy pedaling to see how things would feel. If it wasn't comfortable at all, I could leave before the class got started.

But everything seemed to be feeling OK, and I was looking forward to doing the class.

The class itself wasn't one of my favorites. The music was meh and the mix of climbs and sprints was only so-so, but my hip didn't bother me once the entire 45-minute class.

I'm hoping that my focus on cross-training this winter will help knock out my hip issues once and for all.