I am sweating so profusely icicles could form my body, my ass is chapped and sore, my legs feel like noodles, I can't breathe - I wish I was leading your mind into the gutter. Sorry folks. All I can say is one hour of spin class is an ass whooping. I can barely move.
I've tried a couple of the 24 Hour Fitness classes before and they're brutal, but I hadn't braved spin class yet. Let me tell you, this is not a little bike stroll through the fall foliage. I knew I was in for it when we were "warming up", my legs were burning, and the instructor tells all the new folks to soak in the tub and take five aspirin afterwards. And I had 43 minutes to go. Tomorrow's agenda: treadmill or elliptical, if I can walk. Little miss spin instructor is going to have to wait awhile to see me again. As I sit here aching, the only relief is I feel a little better about myself while watching The Biggest Loser.
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