A special kind of torture

My former boss talked me into going to a spin class at 7am this morning. I was up at 6, aka 3am your time AZ peeps. It was unprecedented. Especially given vodka drinks last night. The class was torturous. I felt hugely uncoordinated and struggled with adjusting the torque and the up-and-down on the seat and bruised labia and goddammit my legs aren't capable of going that fast especially at 7-fucking-am in the morning! But I'm glad I went although I don't get any miles credit, and that's 3 for 3 exercise days on this trip. I'm kind of awesome. To make matters worse, I signed up for a "barre" class tomorrow at 7 and spin again on Weds. I am a glutton for punishment.