I came. I spun. I conquered.

I'm looking for a way to liven up my exercise routine. And by liven up, I mean completely restart from a state of total lazy-ass dormancy.

My super fabulous coworkers have been working inspire me and I've decided learned the hard way that one of the keys for me is that I absolutely cannot go home before going to the gym. Because once I get in the door, I can't fight the pull of the sewing machine/sofa/computer/TV/mutt/bed/chores and other assorted forces that are sorta akin to gravity, but, you know ... way harder to contend with.

So today, for the second day in a row (YAY!), I hauled my ever larger ass to the gym. I ditched my regular elliptical session for a 45 minute spinning class.

Now, I've never done spinning (spun?) before and I was fairly certain that I was going to drop dead in a pile of plus-sized goo about 20 minutes in. But you know what? It was fucking AWESOME. And I can't wait to go back.

Thanks to the endorphins, I'm shockingly giddy about the whole thing, even though I had to waddle down the three flights of stairs to leave the gym's locker room because my quads were so tight. (The Boy points out that perhaps I should reassess my enthusiasm tomorrow once the pain has set in. Bah.)

Anyway, it was really cool. And while I didn't put the resistance ALL the way up (seriously, at one point he had us going at 100 percent. Also, isometrics = EVIL.) I still felt like I worked my butt off. And, the icing on the cake is that the teacher said I kicked ass. I'm sure he's supposed to say that stuff, but he gave me a shout out in class (I confessed to being a spinning virgin at the start) and told me afterwards that I "rocked it." Hell yeah, I did!

So, here's a cautiously optimistic thumbs up!