I felt like I had no choice, I had to go home defeated. I had worked hard all day in order to create the space for a spin class that evening. I closed the computer and ran out the door in a hurry to make it on time. Minutes later I was in the locker room looking into my bag and realizing that in my rush I had forgotten my shorts. I was wearing jeans, which wouldn’t blend well with lots of sweat and a stationary bike. My instinct was to go home, defeated, disappointed, and frustrated with myself for not being prepared and leaving in too much of a rush.
I had looked forward to this class all day, but it seemed like I would be going home defeated. I really didn’t want to give up. I really wanted to stay. Was I really as much without choice as I felt?