Spinning..

After stuffing my face over thanksgiving break, I was shocked and disgusted when I found a small dimple in my thigh. I decided to take action. When I told my husband I was going to a 6am spinning class the next morning, he snorted and replied, "yeah, right." Being of the stubborn-Korean decent, I immediately wanted to prove him wrong. But when I woke up at 5:20am, I thought to myself that he might've been right. For some of you this may be "regular" time and you might not feel any remorse for me whatsoever, but for those who only wake-up at this early to catch a flight or take someone to the airport, you understand.

My first spinning class was a "rookie" success story. I felt like I was going to die in the first 30 minutes of warm-up, and then felt like I could do this for another hour in the last 30 minutes. I felt great, had breakfast, and it wasn't until I looked at the clock at my desk and realized that I've already had 4 hours into my day and it was only 9am. Aaaah!!!!

The curse of early risers and 6am spinning!

breaking for no reason

If you live in the metro DC area, you will relate. The one thing that may cause an ulcer at the age of 24 aside from crazy work schedule, is traffic. We have all found ourselves at least once, if not everyday, stuck behind the wheel before the American Legion Bridge and expecting a horrific accident ahead, only to find that the traffic jam was caused by NOTHING! I first blamed the engineers that built the bridge, who are now laughing hysterically while listening to the traffic report. Then I started to blame the cops..Although I salute the police officers for pulling over a 54 year old Korean female and mistaking her poor driving for operating the vehicle while under the influence of alcohol (aka my mom), the back-up that those flickering lights create is unacceptable.
Finally, after much swearing, pointing fingers (and i'm not talking about the blaming index finger), and an ulcer, I have realized that it is definitely not worth screaming my lungs out because no one will hear my frustration, because duh...I'm inside the car, by myself!
So now, when I suddenly see the red lights in front of me while going 60mph and realizing that the car in front of me has no one in front of them and just braked for no reason, only to make me spill my hot coffee and leave yet another burn mark on my tongue, as I am trying to get a hold of my purse not to tip over after the sudden jolt....only now have I learned to calmly put my coffee down, leave the belongings of my purse on the passenger side floor, and realize that the DMV is a facility full of morons.