About Me

Perth, WA, Australia
Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......

Thursday, 26 January 2012

The Scary Spin.


A few days ago I went to my first RPM class (or spin class). I have no idea what RPM stands for but my guess is 'repetitive pain movement'. The actual process of pumping my legs in a circular motion for 51.5 minutes (I was timing!), including hill climbs where one actually stands up to tackle 'the hill', is quite disconcerting, considering you don't actually go anywhere, and my scenery view was a brick wall that stated 'wipe the sweat off your bikes after your workout'. Nice!

Even more troublesome than a bike that moves but doesn't move, was our instructor. Think Scary Spice meets Pauline Hanson...really. At first, I didn't know where to place my eyes, as I was trying to follow the routine, which changed every few seconds, but every time I look at Scary, well, she was scary. Picture a body so toned and buffed that every muscle was like a 3D map. Her fingernails were long and black, my guess to be used as ammunition for lazy spinners, and her voice was loud and gravelly with punctuations of 'yeah, let's go baby' - scary!!!

However, the very worst of it, was the sweat. Pouring out of her, and dripping off her, running down every hill and dip of her body builders frame. I was in the very front row as was running a tad late and all of the other dedicated spinners had been warming up for 20 mins. Rats - can't slack off now. Anyway, as Scary was starting to really get into the routine and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head in total exercise ecstasy, she would sweep her long finger nailed hand towards us and a downpour of sweat would spray outwards - landing on me. What was one to do? One lady had already walked out mid-session, where Scary growled 'can't stand the heat ey?'. I think I let out a small whimper at this stage and wanted my Mum. This really got her started and she began to wax lyrical on living in the land of Vegemite and beer, and if nobody liked it here they could 'bxxxxx well go back to where they came from!' Enter, Pauline Hanson persona.

Finally the torture came to an end and I made my way around the swimming pool of sweat on the floor, dodged the fingernails and made for the door. However in my frantic haste for freedom (and the comforts of my Mum), I forgot to wipe my bike down. So like the moral and responsible citizen I am, I took a detour and escaped out the back door.

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