A couple of weeks ago, my instructor surprised us and rewarded the five brave souls stupid enough to show up for class on a really hot day and treated everyone to icecream.
Tuesday, with the temperatures in the upper 90's (deadly in vermont) I showed up with dread, wondering if I was even going to make it through the warmups before passing out, when I was greated by a cold burst of air as I walked in the door. My instructor bought a small airconditioner, which kept the room at a more managable temperature (80ish)
While I thoroughly enjoyed not melting into a pile of goo, I'm really concerned. He's just been too nice lately. I'm really worried about what he's got planned!

Laura