Last night, or rather all day, I was amped for Spin class.

There are three nights a week I like to go to Spin-Monday, because the teacher is really agressive and the music is really loud; Tuesday-because the teacher (a different teacher) is a little crazy, but plays good music; and Thursday, because the teacher is the same as Tuesday night.
I've tried a couple of the other Spin classes at the gym, but they weren't a good fit for me. As any avid spinner knows, there is a BIG difference between a class you like and class you hate and the instructor makes all the difference.

For instance, I cannot stand to go to the Friday night class because the instructor wears a very strange tight outfit, plays the most terrible music from the 70's and talks the ENTIRE time, explaining what muscles you are working as you spin. For some, that might be interesting, but for me, I just want to get wrapped up in the spinning.

Either way, last night I was so excited for spin class. My pal and I have been taking these classes for a couple months and we usually go together. Only Monday night, she said she didn't feel good. Last night, she "didn't feel good" again. So, feeling a little lonely, I offered for Jon (my boyfriend) to come. As he was driving home from work, he said "I'll be home in ten minutes...I'll come just this one time because you want me to, but I don't want to go every again." Basically, he had a bad attitude about it from the start, but still I wanted him to experience it, and thought maybe he would like it enough to continue going with me.

At my gym, these "popular" classes I like to go to get filled up real fast. So, when there's a six o'clock class, you need to be there a half hour early just to get a seat in there. Lately, the instructor has even asked the girls at the front desk to stamp your hand so that the people who sign up get a seat.

Long story short, the class was at 6, Jon got home at 5:37. We got out the door at 5:45 and got to the gym at 5:50. And the class was full.

We could have done something else at the gym, but I was super bummed. I put a little pout on my face, and told Jon we were leaving, walked to my car and cried a little. Looking back, I think this was a pretty silly reaction to not making it to a spin class which I am going to take in two days just the same, but I think I was mostly sad because I really have been trying to make a conscious effort (this week) to discipline myself back to going to the gym everyday and with the structure of a Spin class I know I can do it. Sometimes, when I'm by myself on a cardio machine, I lose the will to go the full 30-45 minutes and tell myself, "It's okay. You can get off. No one knows you and how long you've already worked out."

I did end up taking a 45-minute walk with my dog when I got home, which would have been great exercise if my dog knew how to walk normally haha. But I think next time I'll save my tears and try to make it to Spin class earlier.