The Devil Himself

Why was he so cruel?

He had me scrambling all over the place, going up, down and sideways. Stop! Go! Wait!

I was so dizzy. I felt like I was going to throw up.

If he didn't kill me first, I was going to kill him. I was going to pick up my water bottle and bash his head in. If only I had enough energy to lift it that high. Not that aluminum was strong enough to bash anything.

"Back row, you can do better than that! Move! Move! Move!"

That fitness instructor was the devil himself.
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This story was brought on by the nausea caused by tonight's BodyShred class.