My weekend warrior routine consists of rigorous debate with my BFF about whether or not cycle class sucks. She loves it. I hate it. My tendency is to go so we can hang out and have breakfast and coffee afterward, but I also complain the entire time. My whining amuses my BFF, which is one reason I love her.
This past Saturday started out pretty typical; I dragged myself out of bed much earlier than I prefer, grumbling the whole time about being up before 9 a.m. I go to the gym, tie on my cycle shoes and begin a diatribe that lasts an entire hour. This week however, was different.