Alternative title: Which sadistic cretin created Spinning class?! My word that shit is pure EVIL!
“I’m dying…” I pant.
“No you’re not” T said “just increase the resistance for this bit”.
“I can’t feel my legs!” I whinge as I lean forwards.
“They will go a little bit like jelly with this hill climb” she reassured me.
“I’m pretty sure I just chundered in my mouth” I was pretty positive about this but couldn’t prove it.
“Told you I’m dying!” It seriously felt like it.
I spent the remainder of the evening considering going all Bear Grylls and surviving on my instincts (read as: peeing in the sink and sleeping on the kitchen floor to avoid having to walk upstairs…Oh yeah, born survivor me).