I think I've mentioned my strong suspicion that Doug (the spinning instructor) is a Cylon.  The man is a machine with muscles.  After today's class (which totally kicked my butt,) one of the guys asked if Doug was going to do another bike trip this summer.

"Yes - two weeks.  We're going to start in Italy and go up into Switzerland.  We're thinking about trying to summit the Matterhorn, but I'm not sure yet if I want to do that, because it's a knife edge."

No wonder he can pound us into the ground without ever losing the smile.

But for the first time every, I managed to do all the jumps - by the skin of my teeth, but by God, I made it through the song.  I still can't say that I did all of the out of the saddle bits, but I'm getting closer.

My legs feel like overcooked pasta.