This is yesterday’s outfit. Today I am dressed like a proper office monkey and spent the morning in a conference. Things like this would have me looking forward to the weekend, but this weekend only holds the promise of work and cleaning.
So… I tried spinning for the first time on Tuesday. I got a great deal on a 30-day membership to Healthworks, a women-only gym throughout Boston. It’s super high-end, clean, gorgeous, and sell-your-body expensive. So yeah, I tried spinning. It was good – the hour flew by and it felt like a great workout. Until I woke up yesterday and couldn’t make my knees work. And couldn’t sit down because my butt was sore. It was actually beyond sore. Imagine my butt was Shakespeare, locked in a room and forced to listen to Sarah Palin speeches for a year non-stop. His agony is akin to what my butt (still) feels.
This led to a great discovery on Wednesday morning. Icy Hot should not go on your butt. Just trust me. Despite all of this, I’m going to try spinning again. Once my ass stops crying.
shoes- Dolce Vita
Listening to… “Here and Now” by Letters to Cleo