This could get a bit graphic.

I went to my second spinning class today and I have lived to tell about it. To be honest, I don't feel nearly as bad as I did last week (and in retrospect that's probably because last week I was in the throes of "the curse".). Don't get me wrong, it's not like I was laughing my way (or even smiling, for that matter) through the class, but I could walk and talk when it was over. It is still amazing to me that these crazy people can bounce up and down on their bikes while they spin their legs off and I still think it's funny that they let out these huge yells and shouts (it could sound a bit x-rated from the outside) while I can barely fill my lungs with enough air to accomplish breathing. I was trying to occupy my mind while I was spinning my legs, in an attempt to pass the time faster, but this is what happened... I was spinning away at a good pace when the dictator yelled to pick it up, bend over and HAUL IT! I got as far as bending (while spinning) and realizing that my thighs were now bouncing off my stomach and sending my fat rolls up in to my boobs which I swear were then crushing my lungs. It did not feel good and I'm sure it didn't look good. Oh well, the point is to lose the fat rolls, right? So I guess that is my new gauge of progress - how far does the fat roll...