powder yesterday morning, in a second position turn out, amid a room full of lithe, breathy, lululemon’d beauties pulsing, squeezing, scooping, and tucking their limbs into lengthened, toned, swan-like knockouts; i noticed the already icy cold room get even chillier, and the lights begin to flicker and change colors.

simultaneously, something in my stomach, a hyper-active, adderall addicted alien or caged, mixed-martial arts fighter perhaps, was trying to break free from the confines of my wannabe pulled in, contracted, and soon to be vomitous abdomen.

santa oh the joys of the stomach flu. suddenly you’re the only one in the universe who has ever been sick, and you’re convinced you are the sickest you’ve ever been in your entire life. 

it’s always when i’m on my bathroom floor, trying to repress heaves and hallucinations, that my catholic upbringing suddenly returns, causing me to question my sins {bloody marys on christmas eve} and god’s retribution {fever and chills.}

talk about a giant lump of coal in my stocking.

25525487164 i’m lying low today, still on the mend, resting up for the weekend. 

i want to be as strong as possible for my last classes of the year. 

they are typically my most favorite, most fun of the year; the energy is always off the charts. i hope i see some of you in them. i’m even subbing a special new year’s eve cycle class on monday morning. come play!

what about you m’loves? are you staying healthy? what are your plans for this final twenty-twelve weekend happy?

see you on the other side of sunday.