"Really push now! Its the end of the Race. Imagine yourself fighting for the lead!" Yells the instructor.
I have a vision of Lance Armstrong hovering on the cycle next to me, with the biker shorts, yellow jersey, helmet and all. We're both covered in sweat, neck and neck.
"And I only have one testicle" faux-Armstrong says.
"Oh yeah? Well I've got a pair of steel ovaries," I pant as I cross the finish line and win by a nose.
And almost fell off my cycle when it was time to stretch.
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