My butt is broken

So I went to a spinning class last night. Thought it can't be that bad, right? WRONG! I was sore from Zumba the night before but not too bad. In the middle of this class I wanted to fall to the ground and  beg the instructor to stop. Please if you have any decency in you at all and you want me to not die in the middle of this class you will stop, STOP NOW! Leslie (who works out A LOT more then me) and I  both kept looking at each other in dismay. What did we do to ourselves? There were 3 women in that class that had to be close to 50 that were amazing! They have been in the class since the beginning, I was so jealous. I also thought that I was probably good motivation for them-look at her, she is half our age and she can't make it with an evil cackle. Bu they were actually fantastic-encouraging and delightful to be with. Reminding us they have been doing this class for over a year.

But you know what? I made it! I did the entire class, granted at my own pace sometimes but I still completed it. I felt like I won the lottery! Tonight I am playing it safe with Zumba but tomorrow I am going to get back on that cycle, broken butt and all!