Cycle

Somehow I once again ended up in one of those "spinning" classes at the gym. It's pure torture. Five minutes into the warm-up I regret being there. I always feel like I'm dying in that class and this is despite cheating my way through the exercises.

Scary cycling trainer yells "Turn the resistance up THREE TIMES TO THE RIIIIIGHT!!" and I turn the knob one time to the right. And then she screams "Turn it TWO MORE TIMES TO THE RIIIIIIGHT!!!!" and I turn my knob one time to the left.

Still, my face gets tomato-red from exhaustion and I sweat buckets, probably more than anyone else in the class. I look around and I see everyone else turning the resistance-knob in the right direction and they follow along in the exercises perfectly "And STAAAAAND! And SIIIIIT! And STAAAAAND! And SIIIIIIIT!". I don't understand.

I leave the class with spaghetti legs (cooked spaghetti).