Spinner

The clock was my enemy. Up then down. Up then down. Sweat was pouring down my face and it had only been 5 minutes. Up again down again. June yells "three"...."up"..."two"...."down"....and repeats again and again. She finally says take a drink and do I ever. Before I know it my water is mostly gone. I need to conserve a little better and not drink like a dying man in the desert.

Up again down again to the beat of Lady Gaga. Great. Her songs always seem to last forever. "Increase your resistance!!!" yells Hilter June from the front. "Don't get lazy! Make it burn!" It was burning before I even sat down on the bike.

I'm starting to get in the groove. I'm starting to feel like Lance Armstrong biking in the Alps. I can hear June yelling "up and down" but I can't see her cuz of all the sweat pouring into my eyes. But I do notice Ms. Thing near me not giving a sweat and going up down, up down, with her perfectly shaped butt and thighs. Some day that will be me and someone else will be in the back watching me with envy.

As I am dreaming of my soon to be perfectly shaped butt and thighs, June yells, "Great Job everyone!!! Let's stretch!!"

What??!! We're done already??? I'm just getting started!!!

I'm coming back to you Hitler June!!! I felt great afterwards!!! Look out Lance. Here I come.

But, for now, I'll just take it one day at a time.