i may cry. blogging from the gym, where i just finished spinning class #2 and almost fainted due to exploding quads and a skyrocketing heartrate.

had a tough day today, and am proud of myself for getting here and finishing the class. proud because i persisted, kept pedaling slowly as everyone else rode the hills way faster and more gracefully. proud of myself for being willing to feel like a first grader taking high school calculus. life feels like this sometimes to me, and find myself hoping someone will come and take my hand and help me find the lunch room, buy me some chicken nuggets and an ice cream sandwich.

today i ask for strength to keep trying, to fail sometimes, and to get back on the goddammed bike even when my butt is sore.