6 a.m. Throw Up

by Emma

Today I was convinced that a spin class that started at 6 a.m. was a good idea. 

Instead, 30 minutes in, I nearly blacked out and threw up instead.

The instructor then proceeded to let the whole class know that spinning was serious exercise, and if one takes it seriously, one would know to eat breakfast first.

In this scenario, "one" = me


The best I could manage was a fairly annoyed glower while sucking bile out of my molars.