Exercising daily is a sign of becoming a real-life adult. Sometimes you have to get creative to find a way that makes getting into shape fun and effective. That doesn’t mean that it’s always rainbows and butterflies, though. Prime example: spin class.
It’s 5:45 a.m. and my alarm is going off either because I set it while I was drunk or because I have spin class.
Let me just put my stuff into this locker and then I’ll be on my—oh my God there is a naked lady in the locker room.
PSA: Don’t ever be that person who gets naked in the locker room.
I’m never really sure if I’m supposed to eat before these classes. Like, will I faint? But is that better or worse than puking? I have all the questions and none of the answers.
Gotta find my assigned bike…
Some girl is standing right by it. That’s my bike.
“I’m sorry that you seem to be confused. It belongs to me. The. Bike. Is. Mine.”
(Side note: Imagine if Brandy and Monica sang in all of your inner monologues.)
Alright, let me just get on this bike. Be graceful. Be graceful – okay, nevermind.
It’s like I’ve never been on a bike before.
Oh, okay girl in the corner warming up – okay.
Maybe I should warm up…
“Alright, let’s get started!”
How is this instructor so peppy? Did he put Red Bull in his coffee this morning?
But at least he’s not like,
Alright, the class is just getting started, but…
Put up your resistance = pretend to turn your knob and then move your legs slower, right?
Jumps? Who do you think I am? Superwoman?
How in the world is everyone keeping up with this class?
Okay, I officially feel like I’m drowning in my own sweat.
I’m gonna be so fit when this is all over…
FINALLY DONE. Are my legs supposed to feel like this?
Wait, aren’t I supposed to feel great?
SO. HUNGRY. MUST. EAT.
Even though tomorrow I’ll wake up like this:
And realize that this is all I really want,
Eventually I’ll learn to love spin calss.