What does cycle class mean to me? The spare tire above my navel gets to meet the donut below my navel at high velocity. Even better, I get to be sore and achy for the following two days after 45 minutes of this forced introduction. Guess who's going to cycle class again tomorrow? Just call me a glutton for punishment.
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