Instead, I rode indoors today, barely nudging off of the wait list for the 10:40 spin class at the Y. Rushing out of the house, I left my bike shoes, towel, and water bottle at home. Ack! Fortunately, I found a partially full Camelbak bottle on top of Chip's lacrosse bag in the car, and quietly said a prayer that it wasn't contagious with the stomach bug that has been sweeping through the school. Fingers crossed.
The spin class was.... meh. The music was so loud it felt like I was in the front row of a Van Halen concert. (I still have the song, Panama, stuck in my head.) I could barely hear the instructor, (though she was clearly yelling), and had to rely on the people around me to figure out what was going on. Towards the latter half of the class, I gave up and just rode my own ride -- and was reaching for the Excedrin when I got home. My ears are still ringing.
