True love was in the spokes for #TeamJadam
My association with spin class or any gym class for that matter has always been a combination of dread and disgust. And probably a little envy.
~*~She's ride or die.~*~
My Wednesday morning spin class was taught by a substitute instructor today. In the place of my usual wonderful teacher was one of those drill sergeant-y types that thinks the louder the music is (and the louder he yells) the harder you will work.
Outside of a hospital, bank, or trading floor, there are few places that are more "en-numbered" than today's gym.
'Let's go to spin class together, mom! There's a new Soul Cycle that opened in Westport.' How could I resist my darling 29-year-old son's request? I'm an empty-nester, after all, and we don't get to spend much one-on-one time together.
If there is one kind of doctor I could never be, it's a gastroenterologist. Aside from the fact that I'm a gasbag, the reason is simple: When it comes to invasive medical procedures that involve the exploration of cavities not treated by a dentist, I don't know which end is up.
Working out is a constant struggle. While on one hand you want to maintain a healthy lifestyle and achieve snatched waist
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