The class? Four miles (ONE WAY) along Evans-to-Locks road with its ABOMINABLE HILLS. For some reason, it's uphill going and coming. I'm not kidding. I don't know how that's even possible.
The instructor? Joe (For the record, I like Joy's spinning class better. She plays music and everyone sings along.)
The Destination? My parents' house to water their plants which are MOSTLY DEAD because it's been SO HOT and I didn't go by sooner. Bad, bad Bia.
And where are my parents while I'm spinning in 100 degree weather and killing their plants? They are exploring the fjords of Norway, walking in the Shetland Islands, traipsing in Iceland (the land of fire and ice), and tomorrow they are sailing to Greenland.
Who is having more fun? Huh. I want to be my parents when I grow up.
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