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!!!
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.