Holy Crap. Spinning was an hour today, and no warning either. Around 8:10 when he told us we had another 20 minutes we thought he was joking. Unfortunately the cute, new boy spinning across from me who could be either gay or only 22 was not enough motivation for me to work hard through my pain. On the bright side, it's possible that according to Self.com, I burned about 820 calories. But on the dark? side, I got a "Recovery Shake" because without it, I wouldn't have been able to walk all the way to my bank and back.
Oh yeah, so I really need to make some extra money on the side. I know what you're thinking. Drugs and prostitution is out. That's like, so last year. Any ideas? I don't know when I'll be able to actually work unless I give up one of my favorite gym classes or finally get a hold of some ADHD medication and churn out my pending novel.