No substitutes (especially Aussies)

Kristan and I went to the spinning class at the La Jolla 24 hour last night. There was a substitute instructor. She was Australian and she was gnarly. Usually we do a drill for about four or five mintues and then take a nice, well-deserved little break before our next push. Well, apparently they don't work this way Down Under. She had us go full steam ahead telling us all the while that there will be the "mother of all breaks in forty minutes...now pedal!!!". To be honest, I was a little frightened of her.

At the forty minute mark I took a sigh, sat up and was looking forward to this mother of all breaks. Fifteen seconds later..."alright you guys gear up 'cause here we go". Now I've never experienced the mother of all breaks, but I was pretty sure that wasn't it. Kristan and I made it through red-faced, sweaty and beat up by this Australian maniac spinning instructor.

I thought the class might be a nice little warm-up to tomorrows ride. Now I'm not so sure... I hope my legs make it through tomorrow.