Literally, that's how I felt like last night during spinning.
For a whole hour.
The seams on my pants, my undies, and the seat were having a full on feud.
Total cat fight status.
Claws, fangs, everything.
On my crotch.
The instructor kept glancing at me, like "oh, you think you're so good, so tough, doing all the drills out of your seat. What a show off."
Truth is, getting off my seat was like taking a fire extinguisher to my crotch.
It felt glorious.
I still can't figure out why it was so disastrous. I even remembered not to wear
At least I had a bomb, sweaty workout and my quads got quite the unexpected workout!
And my crotch is back to neutral.
Three more days of work in 2009 and four more days till Japan!