...and got my arse kicked. After getting four hours of sleep, I was on a stationary bike at 7:45 a.m. taking my first spinning class at the gym. Colleen and I were two of only four people crazy enough to wake up before the crack of dawn to be yelled at by an Irish woman in spandex. Sure the workout was intense, but the toughest part wasn't even the pedaling. Who decided to design a bike seat and make it so freaking uncomfortable? No one who ever took a spinning class, that's who. Nevertheless, I'll be back for more.
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