My friend Kathy has been blogging about her latest obsession: Her Trikke, "Bluebird." I was intrigued, so this morning she and Bluebird picked me up and took me to a nearby parking lot, where I got to try this fun, addictive exercise Kathy's gotten hooked on.
An hour later, I'm still feeling like a limp noodle.
I don't think I ever got up to one mile per hour. I didn't care that I looked incredibly silly, or that the construction workers gawking at us were probably making some pretty clever remarks about the silly woman wiggling her hips and trying to balance on this thing. It was fun. And it was work. I can see how this thing could carve inches off hips, thighs, and upper arms in short order. Even when I couldn't get it going, it was more entertaining and a better workout than any treadmill or stationary bike! And because you have to keep moving in order to ride it, the Trikke provides a better workout than a bike, or inline skates. There's no coasting; you have to use your arms, your hips, your legs, your feet.
I finally got into a groove (going downhill, towards the drain) and heard, "Shake it up, baby, now...twist and shout!" running through my head. That's about the right rhythm and movement to get the Trikke moving. It also helped to watch my shadow on the pavement, rather than focusing on my hands, my feet, my sense of balance. "Trust the lean," Kathy said. Clearly, you have to learn to trust your body and the Trikke, itself. Not consciously thinking about it is the first step.
Kathy swore it took her two weeks to get it going like that. But every time she'd point out, "Hey, you're moving!" I'd lose it, start giggling, and stop moving - despite the fact that I was still working my arms, wiggling my hips, leaning, pushing off from side to side... Trikking in place. What a concept: I'd just invented the "Stationary Trikke." I probably wore a sore spot on Bluebird's front tire, too, but since she didn't dump me on my head or my ample behind, I have to assume she's easily amused and forgiving.
After going nowhere fast, but working up a good sweat, I hopped off Bluebird and Kathy took a spin. She makes it look so easy!
Me? I know it didn't look like much, but I'm worn out and riding a happy wave of exercise-induce endorphin rush. I need a NAP!