It’s a common problem with simple solutions.
It took a while to convince me to try my first spin class, but my bestie was determined.
She was a complete spin addict and had been for years, while I preferred the more fun gym classes like Zumba.
But eventually I agreed to do a spin class with her just to shut her up. I’d do it once, confirming that I did actually detest it as much as I suspected I would, and go back to my usual activities.
We walked into the dim light of the “classroom” and my friend enthusiastically greeted several ultra-fit spinners and I obediently copied everything she did.
Straight away I felt extremely uncomfortable due to the narrow bike seat’s position right on my pelvic bone. Ouch. But I’d agreed to do this class and by gosh, I was going to do it!
I started off well enough and then…the first hill climb. We had to increase the tension on our stationary bikes so much that it made pedalling difficult and we’d have to stand up to pedal up this ‘hill’ .
I turned up the tension quite a bit (too much) and then stood up. I pushed down with my foot with all my might to get the pedals going and that was all it took.
I felt a mini-flood hit my gym shorts.
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I’d had a bit of light bladder leakage from time to time since having my kids a few years back but nothing too dramatic. I just needed to wear a liner most days and make sure I was engaging my pelvic floor whenever I was sneezing, coughing or laughing. Sometimes it was more than light but I kept thinking it would sort itself out.
But there was nothing ‘light’ about this leakage. I excused myself to use the bathroom and never returned to class.
My friend teased me afterwards. She thought I’d left because it was too hard and I laughed (gently) along with her, not explaining the real reason for my hasty departure. But this was really the moment when I realised something had to be done. I had to stop being in denial about my light bladder leakage. I’d been aware of it for some time but I kept thinking it would magically repair itself with time.