My knees have been bothering me a little bit lately so, on advice from the trainer, I tried out a spinning class tonight to get the cardio out of the way. I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I figured "hey, I can do it!" So with my biggest smile I marched in there, picked up a bike, and got going to the sounds of techno/dance music.

So, can I do it? Well, it all depends on the meaning of "do it". If that means sweating, litterally, buckets while trying to maintain some sort of decorum on an uncomfortable bike that was slowing wedging itself into my ass; if it means desperately trying to breathe while pedalling and obeying the "let's go faster now, people" shouts from the instructor; if it means walking very slowly to the locker room afterwards, still dazed from the effort, then I did it.

Will I do it again? Hm... Fuck. No.

Meanwhile, it appears eating at chain restaurants is not super good for ya. The "Pizza Skins" at Uno Chicago pack a ridiculous 2050 calories. Which is what you spend running 4 hours (at a 10 minute mile pace). And it's an appetizer meant to precede a pizza. Heart attack with your check?

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