friggen rule

Yea, I rule. You know. The class rocked, no one cared that I was 5'2, and the youngest person in the room. We pedaled to Ru Paul, I made people put on their 'determined' faces when we were 'attacking.' (You imagine a group of cyclists have passed you, you have to attack and pass them.) We did intervals, I made them call out. I was the sweatiest and most red-faced in the group. It's friggen hard to shout and do spin sprints at the same time! I bopped, I encouraged. I think I did alright. I got a lot of positive feedback. Some people said I catered to a more advanced group, so I have to take that into consideration. Yep.

The highlight was after class. I was walking out of Pike Place market with my bounty of fish for dinner and a flying rat flew right in front of my head. Without thinking, I knocked the winged vermin right outta the sky! Cat like reflexes! It'll teach all those damn birds to watch out. (No birds were harmed in my demonstration of superiority)

Come to think of it, this pigeon looked suspiciously like the bird on the pier that Moonz was talking shit to. I think that bird tried to retaliate on me.