I made it.
Not only did I make it to another Friday - but I made it through my first spin class!
Last night I did a spin class for the first time, and let me tell you: I've run 12 miles and felt more confident that my heart would keep beating.
Who are these people who teach spin? My instructor weighed maybe a buck-oh-five tops and never lost her breath during those 45 minutes of insanity. I would think the strain on her boney little butt would at least lead to a gasp every now and then.
Up - down - up - lean over the bike - down again.
I have plenty of cushion and that was a bit much for MY rear end.
The house music was a nice touch. It's what I imagine a club in Eastern Europe would be like. A club full of stationary bikes. With a waif-like-hummingbird shouting commands at you.
I'll be going back next week. There's no way I'm not losing some poundage taking that class.
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