spin suicide.

For some reason, whenever I come back home for break I always end up doing a ton of exercise. Maybe it's cause I have so much time, maybe it's cause there's not much to do in Kansas. Regardless, today my brother thought it'd be fun for us try out the spin class. I figured why not. Get some good cardio in and have some fun.

I had absolutely NO idea what was in store for me. What ensued was 1 hour of pushing my body to the complete limit. I guess that's what happen when they turn down the lights, begin the pump-up music and a random woman in the front begins screaming at you to "crank it up!" "We're going up a hill, a steep, steep hill!" "Lance Armstrong is in sight!"

It was spin suicide, but when I was done I felt this overwhelming sense of accomplishment. I sat there aching, drenched with sweat and a puddle of sweat under me, but I felt like a champion.

People seemed to like my earlier drawings so I thought I'd do some more paint practice. Let me tell you, not that easy without a mouse.