What do you get when you take an over-stressed mom who hasn't been to the gym in 3 days and mix it with an entire day without one single meeting or doctor's appt.? You get a woman who may or may not have got completely out of her mind.
The setting: 10:50 a.m. the local YMCA
Mom walks in thinking "Hooray I get to exercise today, and maybe burn off some of the weeks stress!" Then she sees the class schedule. "Oh!" she says "Core class starts in 15 minutes followed by spin class! It must be my lucky day!"
She goes to the fitness room since she has 20 minutes to kill before core class begins. The treadmill calls her name seeing as how she just loaded some fresh tunes onto her hot pink ipod, she decides this will be the best place to start her stress detox. "I'll just walk briskly for a few minutes." Soon the music is going and she just can't stop herself. Before she knows it, she's running. One mile down and she calls it quits not wanting to get herself too tired before the classes start.
Core class starts and she's lying on the mat doing simple crunches. "Not too hard." she thinks to herself. But as the minutes tick by she realizes that the simple crunches were just a warm-up for the torture the instructor has in store for the class.
Thirty minutes later she hates the instructors guts but is determined to stick around for spin class. She grabs her water bottle and gets seated on her bike to warm up. To her utter agony she realizes that the same bulldog of an instructor that taught the core class is also teaching the spin class. The instructor is muscular and well, a little masculine.
The class starts and fear rises in the the woman's chest as she realizes that the pumping rhythm of the music is hard and fast. And then with screams that would make Jillian from "The Biggest Loser" blush the instructor starts barking out commands. "Push, push, go, go, go!" "Turn up the tension!" "Don't let me see you turn the knob left! I said push!" The woman keeps up, determined to not take the walk of shame by stopping before the class ends. Forty five minutes later, the counter on the bike says 15.5 miles. The woman is exhausted , but proud that she didn't quit.
The next morning comes and well, you've read the title.