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So yesterday Mireille and I went to the gym after a two week absence. We later found out that our regular instructor apparently injured herself in another class, so we had this beefcake called Killian doing the first 15 minutes.

Then we had this dreadlocked super energetic maniac on steroids or something. The point of having music while you work out is to motivate you and make it fun I would have thought. She was just jumping up and down totally oblivious to the music, with a huge smile on her face, shouting “faster, faster”. It was surreal. Two people walked out after about 5 minutes of her workout, then another 3 walked out later.

Usually I don’t want the class to end but I was watching the clock and willing the hands to move. What a riot!