So, I have committed myself to a 5:30 AM spin class two days a week. DID YOU HEAR ME?! I have to wake up at 5ish two days a week. This was the first week. And let me just tell you about it. My boss and I got the idea last week to go to this class. Now I feel that I can't let my stinking boss down. Therefore I drag my ass outta bed at 5:00 AM to get dressed, drink water, get my butt to the gym, set my bike up, and start pedaling. Y'all this shit is hard. I feel like I am going to die. Then I get this adrenaline rush. And I kick that bike's ass. Then I die again.
My instructor is a 65 year old retired Marine (ok I made that up, but he could be). He tells the class of 7 - mostly of older women - to KEEP IT UP! Come on ladies 30 MPH THAT'S QUICK!
I am pretty sure my behind is chaffed. I learned today that I need biking shorts. According to the 50 year old lady next to me ... you can't make it in the class without bike shorts.
And here I thought I had enough padding back there to begin with.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 7, 2010
September Plans
September, September, oh how I am so glad you have finally arrived!
Here is what I plan to do with you:
NOLA weekend to see her this week. Attractions to include: VIP NFL Kick-Off parade and concert featuring Taylor Swift and DMB, eating a million, shopping at Anthropologie among other shops, Davenport Lounge, Frenchman Street, and all the fun you can cram into four days.
Season premieres of my favorite shows.
Racing for the Cure for this amazing woman I have never met. Read her blog. Share her story. Grab a tissue.
Playing in a work-sponsored softball tournament to help support the American Heart Association. I've already requested matching shirts to be made, and I will be sporting the cutest dang baseball pants/socks combo anyone could ever have.
Anxiously awaiting the cooler weather so I can wear my new shoes (here, here, and here). I went on a mini shoe shopping spree this weekend.
Burn my fall candles, bake my fall treats, and sip my fall drinks.
September, thanks for hurrying your ass up. I can't wait to enjoy the shit outta you.
Love,
Jordan
Here is what I plan to do with you:
NOLA weekend to see her this week. Attractions to include: VIP NFL Kick-Off parade and concert featuring Taylor Swift and DMB, eating a million, shopping at Anthropologie among other shops, Davenport Lounge, Frenchman Street, and all the fun you can cram into four days.
Season premieres of my favorite shows.
Racing for the Cure for this amazing woman I have never met. Read her blog. Share her story. Grab a tissue.
Playing in a work-sponsored softball tournament to help support the American Heart Association. I've already requested matching shirts to be made, and I will be sporting the cutest dang baseball pants/socks combo anyone could ever have.
Anxiously awaiting the cooler weather so I can wear my new shoes (here, here, and here). I went on a mini shoe shopping spree this weekend.
Burn my fall candles, bake my fall treats, and sip my fall drinks.
September, thanks for hurrying your ass up. I can't wait to enjoy the shit outta you.
Love,
Jordan
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