I stole something.
I took my third spinning class, then I became a criminal.
I stole something.
I took my third spinning class, then I became a criminal.
So, it ends up that I am unfortunately sore from my first spinning class. Not in a good “I really feel my quads and glutes” way. In a “I KNEW that seat was doing damage” way.
I was running low on energy and time, so I decided to pop on my old faithful: Turbo Jam Fat Blaster.
After a little prodding from a friend, I decided to join her in a spinning class this morning.
I’ve been avoiding that dark room at the gym for years, worried that I’d be SO BORED on a stationary bike going nowhere.
And I was. A little.