I went to my normal Wednesday night zumba class only to discover that another zumba instructor was coming in to do a class right after ours. Surprise double zumba! So of course I stayed. And it was fun. But I only just got home, I’m achy and tired and hungry (I didn’t eat dinner) and whiny, apparently. I’m eating a piece of toast with peanut butter and going directly to bed. John’s getting up stupid-early tomorrow morning to go to boxing, and I get to decide if I’m getting up to go to the gym when he gets up. On the one hand, I put in over two and half hours of exercise today (counting this morning) – take a day off. On the other hand, I’m taking Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off, so go. Go, go. If I leave it up to Future Me to decide, it’s almost certain I won’t get out of bed. But it will kind of depend on the state of my aches. Which will it be? Tune in tomorrow to find out.