The workout from hell...

Tamra and I have been trying to trick our bodies by trying something new and kicking our workouts up a notch. We've been trying to squeeze in some cycling classes. The teacher is pretty cool and she is the one that asked if we were twins or sisters? So, we show up to class on Thursday and we go in and get our bikes pulled out (which is no easy task - btw!) and start setting it up. We don't see our usual teacher, but some guy. Now, this is not some hot, muscle-y, instructor type guy. This is a pudgy, nerdy, glasses wearing guy. (Not cool glasses either!) He isn't wearing the cycling shorts, he has regular baggie old shorts on. He isn't wearing a workout shirt, he is wearing a tight marathon relay shirt and it's not-so sexy. And, his shoes didn't look like cycling shoes, they looked like hiking shoes. (Come to find out, they were cycling shoes but whatever!) By this time, Tamra and I are STUCK. There is really no easy way for the two of us to put our bikes back and high tail it out of there so we get on our bikes and start our commentary. We are both wondering what is in store for us and we are a little scared! By this time, I realize that I am so blogging about this but wish I had a picture! I mean it's hard to imagine a great workout with someone who looks like the "nerdy neighbor who lost his IT job and is home all day and was asked at the last minute to run in and teach a class." So, the class begins and he goes to turn the music up louder because we could barely hear it and come to find out, it's from the Star Wars soundtrack! We are working out to Star Wars! It felt like we were at a Star Wars convention! I'm totally making fun of it by swinging my light saber. We both can't stop making comments. Luckily, it wasn't an entire hour of Star Wars but, his music selection has got to go and I am not that picky of a music worker-outer. Anyhoo, we do our workout and everything is manageable with a few weird looks and comments to each other. Tamra, by the way, gets the giggles easily. She and I are often "on the same page" with our thoughts so really, all I have to do is look at her and she knows what I am thinking. The entire class, she kept telling me "stop" every time I looked at her. She knew what I was thinking and if we both acknowledged it, we would start giggling. There was SO much I wanted to say. I HAD to keep biting my tongue and it was so hard. (We didn't want anyone around us to hear our smack talk.) I am such a jerk! Anyhoo, again. This lady hops off her bike and goes out of the room and comes back with a fan. Oh, cool, we think to ourselves. She plugs it in and sets it behind the teacher and hops back on her bike. After a few minutes, we get a whiff of something weird. It doesn't smell like normal sweat, in fact, it doesn't smell like anything I have smelled before! But, apparently it IS sweat. Someones weird sweat. We don't know who, but it's horrible and it keeps crop dusting us every so often. There were a couple times where I couldn't stand it anymore and I grabbed my towel and just kept telling myself "smell your towel, smell your towel!" One time I even coughed and it sounded like a gag. I almost made Tamra throw up. That would have topped it all off. You know what else is weird? I don't think anything of seeing a sweaty girl up there teaching my class but for some reason I can't handle seeing a sweaty pudgy guy up there. It's hard to stare at him for an entire hour! If I have to stare at some guy sweating profusely, he better be eye candy, BIG TIME! I blame Tamra for this!

I could stand seeing this...

or this...

but not this!

(And, if anyone ever tries to find an image of a fat guy teaching cycling class, you won't. It doesn't exist!)