In the middle of the class (this is an important point because it's at this stage that my legs are starting to feel like noodles) the instructor apparently decides to motivate us. Here's what she does:
"Come on people! Whew! That's it. Keep those legs going. Don't stop! Easy circles, now! Whew! Lookin' good! Don't slow down! Whew! Move those legs! Imagine that you have poo on your foot and you're trying to scrape it off. Move those feet! Faster....keep moving....the poo is stuck! It's stuck on your shoe! You're trying to scrape it....it's on there good! Scrape harder people! You don't want poo on your foot! It's fresh poo. It stinks. Bad! And it's all over those shoes. Keep scraping! Whew!" On and on it went. For the entire six minutes of the song.
Are you freakin' kidding me?
The first time she said it I thought...did she just say poo? Nah....but then, yes! No kidding.
I looked over at the Girls and I swear they were laughing at me. Because I was so distracted by all the poo talk that I could barely peddle. I just sat there...stationary.... with this look of confusion on my face. So they were beating me. And they thought it was funny.
Then it hit me. They put the instructor up to it. I'm sure they did.