The Naughty Corner

I gotta be honest, I love spin. Truly. I was proper hacked off with work today and, in a foul mood when I got there.

Now, whilst Amber is a total nutter and clinically insane on a spin bike, she is a really lovely cheery girl so, despite the fact I know I'm going to drown in my own sweat during her class, she does make everyone smile. Fortunately, she did not come in the studio quick enough to catch me and Nikki swapping Nik's bike as she had the spastic bike that the seat will not stay up on. It's great, you're halfway through a sprint, pounding the crap out of the pedals and your seat drops to the lowest setting and you break your teeth on the handlebars. Hell no.

So class begins and probably not even 10mins in and I am sweating like a biatch as we are just out of range of the air con again. I mean, I could feel the air con on my right hand so that wasn't sweaty...... there is nothing more disturbing than looking down and seeing drops of your own sweat on the floor by the bike. We have decided we need bath sheets rather than hand towels in future. Searching for the dry spot on your towel after 45 mins of spin is like finding rocking horse crap.

So we come to the stretches at the end and have to crank our legs up to the crossbar of the bike. Now, the bikes are pretty close together as class was full which, apparently, left Nikki in perfect range to kick me up the arse. Of course, I turned round and slapped her foot and Amber busted us. She said she's putting us in the naughty corner next week and did that whole mother thing ' I'm still watching you!' for the rest of the stretch.

Bring on the naughty corner. I'm at home there.