It's Good to Be Home

I got my butt up out of bed this morning and went to spin. It was good that I went so I could learn how to use the new microphone. I agreed to sub next week. Nothin like going from nothing to teaching in two weeks. I'll have to go in a few more times before I'm ready for that class.

I was really worried this morning that I was going to, I don't know, be a in a foreign land and not speak the language. But as soon as I clicked my shoes into the peddles, it felt like home. It was such a relief. My lungs protested for about the first 15 minutes and then settled in for the ride. I think if I use my inhaler earlier before class that I'll be fine on the next ride. I rode the class profile, but backed off on the tension. I'll be sore, but it's a good sore.