10 minutes in: Geez. This sucks. How much longer?
15 minutes in: Ugh. Slow down. I’ve only done 15 minutes. Shoot. Pace yourself. No one knows how much resistance you have on your bike. Simmer down.
20 minutes in: ::start thinking about other things and don’t realize 8 minutes have gone by almost painlessly:: Sweet!
30 minutes in: K, half done. But I’m gonna pretend I’ve only done 15 minutes because then when this ends ‘15 minutes early’ it’ll be awesome.
35 minutes in: Nevermind. I’ve got 25 minutes left and now we’re in countdown mode. I’ve done more than I’ve got left. I've earned every minute of this.
36 minutes in: ::imagining myself walking out of the gym after it’s all over:: That’s gonna happen here in just a bit. Keep going.
37 minutes in: I don’t have to be here, you know. I can leave whenever I want. It’s not like this spin class is for college credit or anything.
38 minutes in: I could just look at my phone, act like I got some super important/shocking/gotta-get-outta-here news and then take off in a hurry.
40 minutes in: There’s only 20 minutes left. Maybe I won’t die. ::abort Operation Cell Phone Frenzy::”
45 minutes in: Only 15 minutes left!
46 minutes in: Only 14 minutes left!
47 minutes in: Only 13 minutes left!
{continue this pattern}
55 minutes in: Only one, maybe two songs left. Ooooh, and I like this one.
60 minutes in: I did it. That was so easy.
