On Friday, Katy Perry kicked my ass.
Rather, a 15-minute long mega mix of all of her songs during a spinning class combined with a challenging routine, motivating instructor, and planets aligning with my body to push it. Hard.
(And then almost fall over wearing these little numbers. 
Note to self–quad stretches in cycling shoes requires more balance than I am able to muster at the end of a Katy Perry Kill Shot)
I love it when my workout coincides with my body feeling optimally rested, hydrated, and fed. I have discovered that this happens for me at approximately 730 – 800 am. During summer, this is ideal–wake up with the husband at 5, eat a little something, work or clean, walk the puppy, and hit the gym around that time. I am able to push it to my absolute limit, and then spend the rest of the day reveling in that slightly shaky, tired feeling that comes from knowing I kicked some ass. If I’m lucky, I cane even snuggle in a nap.
Only 2 more weeks of this indulgence–then it’s back to the bleary-eyed early morning gym time.
Spin. Run. Sew. Repeat. 