30.30.15.day.eight.

This morning when I woke up for my 6am spin class, I was unpleasantly reminded of A) why I was doing this whole thing and B) how out of shape I’ve let myself get. Yes, I teach spin classes. But THAT’S ALL I’VE BEEN DOING. After 7 days of assorted exercises, I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and legs that felt like lead.

Generally, I hope my classes are full and I can hand my participants their butts on a platter, but this morning, I was crossing my fingers that no one would show up.

They didn’t, and after 10 minutes of waiting, I decided to try to go for a casual stroll down to the beach. And as I laced up my shoes, someone walked in and said, “You’re not getting out of this!”

Yippee.

Then I proceeded to teach the worst class I’ve taught in a long time…probably since I quit drinking (side note: I taught some classes back in the day when I was so hungover I’m not sure how I didn’t vomit on my poor participants). Fortunately, he was also pretty tired and we trudged through it together (side note: I think he may have been hungover). I barely broke 300 calories, which is really a darn shame and a poor excuse for a spin class. All in all, a pretty crappy workout.

But, on the flip side, it was a workout…on a day where the last thing I felt like doing was working out. And so for that, I’m proud of myself.

300 calories at 6am is better than no calories and the snooze button.

Thanks again for keeping me accountable.