I started pedaling. For the first 10 minutes, I felt a little queasy as the lard rolled around in my stomach. I eased up my gear a little...and she saw me.
"GIVE ME MORE, SARA!"
The class laughed. I pedaled harder and put on more gear. I took a deep breath; she mistook it as a yawn...
"SARA, ARE YOU BORED???"
"No ma'am!" I panted.
"I SMELL DONUTS!"
This went on for the duration of class. To add insult to injury, a camera crew showed up during class to film a commercial. They zoomed in on me- no makeup- no hair products-in a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle t-shirt-getting reamed out for my Valentine sins. Not awesome. This is one of the few times in life I don't want to be a star.
All because of this little temptation....
and my big mouth...
3 comments:
Gotta love the ninja turtles....
HAHA!! Episodes like that have happened to me thanks to my "hilarious" husband. I do this circuit training class a lot and one day he was there and told the instructor I said the class is easy. WHAT??? Not true! AND the rest of the class (and subsequent classes) the instructor made sure the class was hardest for ME. He followed me around giving me heavier weights and making me do harder stuff constantly! UGH!!
Do you want me to have a visit w/ the spin nazi????? I don't appreciate the 'front of the class' stigma....just a few words....and maybe an eyeball...would do wonders for the woman.....it would be just like old times at Mustang....I'm not busy...oxoxo Mum p.s. I'm not busy.
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