So I survived FlyWheel. It was amazing! Such friendly people (instead of snooty super-fit model-y looking receptionists who shun chub) and I loved how dark the spin room was. The music was fantastic and the arm workout (while trying to remain upright on the bike) had me almost in tears…in a good way. This morning I’m slightly sore, but actually a lot better than I thought I would be.
So here’s to hoping the scale is down again later this evening…I can’t believe it’s been three weeks already! It looks like I’ve got my workout mojo back!