We had three people walk out of RPM class tonight. I’ve never seen that happen before. One girl walked out for the rest of the class and the other two pretended to go to the toilet, like that fooled anyone.
I felt like yelling out – Hey, you. Did you run 14.7 km yesterday? No? Well get your butt back here on that bike and keep pedalling.
And then, at the end of the class, I did the very thing I’ve been bitching about. I walked out before the stretching. I had a very good excuse though. My foot started cramping up something fiercesome so I had to get off the bike and put weight on it. Then I missed half the stretches so decided it was better to leave and do my own.
The results of the R4tK are in the paper tomorrow. I might actually buy it instead of waiting until Thursday for them to posted online.