What is that smell?

Yesterdays spin class was run by Evil and she had quite a comeuppance. There were only 5 people in her class. Welcome to my world Evil one. Now the 5 people who were there were the hard core people so it was a good workout. And Evil did a good job of putting together a workout. I have to say I have not worked that hard since I helped dig the Panama Canal. Once again the music was,as the English say, spot on.

Another tail that I am going to spin, is about the Saturday workout. Your pal took up his spot in the front line of the class, as I always do. The instructor was a little to my left,but right in front of me. As the workout began I started to sweat like Glen Beck before his shock treatments. So I got off my ride and moved one of the fans over and had it blow directly on myself. But the mistake was that I had put in directly in front of the instructor who let say ,had skipped the deodorant thing. Well for the rest of the ride that's all I could thing about. It was like riding the subway in Paris. And also Mary was right behind me and I'm also thinking, does she think that it is your pal who is smelling up the place. Well moving on I made it to the end without puking and Mary said that she knew it wasn't me. A lesson learned, "Don't move the fan."