Uh-oh ...

Today is the third day I've been enjoying a lovely migraine. The epi-centre was Sunday night, so the debilitating awesomeness has passed. But yesterday and this morning I've had some aftershocks that caused me to miss my yoga last night.

To add insult to injury, I was rudely awakened at 4am to my own dry coughing. Could I be getting sick? Or did I just swallow a spider!?

I guess time will tell.

Assuming all goes well, I'll hit up RPM for a Gravity session tonight, and yoga tomorrow morning. Let me know if you want to come too! I promise to Purell.

Gravity.

I had to work late on Wednesday, so I missed the workout I had planned to do, thus decided that I'd try one of RPM's Gravity classes before our regular spin Thursday night.

OMGithurtsomuch.

Gravity machines are cool because they use your own body weight and ... um ... gravity to give you a full body workout. The first thing we did was legs: squats, lunges and hamstrings. My quads felt like hot butter: it was intense. The second half of the work out we did abs and upperbody.

Best of all, it kind of feels like a carnival ride at first. That slide board can be a lot of fun.

After Gravity with Trina, it was time for spinning with Daffyd. He didn't have such an easy ride in mind so with Gravity and a morning ride already under my belt I was worried I'd really be digging deep. Sure enough, on our third of four 3 min efforts, I exercised my gag reflex.

But to be honest, a little bit of tummy upset and a celtic-slash-heavy-metal song was all the discomfort I encountered -- either I wasn't working hard enough, or I'm in better shape than I thought! Good legs.

This morning I slept through my alarm, and as the day goes on I'm only getting more sore. Ah, the gentle hum of recovery.

Can't wait to get home and spin out some of this junk.