We left our bags at the entrance cubbies with Howie and Leanne, hopped into the Anaconda, fastened our seatbelts and anxiously awaited to experience the mountain of the largest nation in the world. Ok, everyone get a step, and a few sets of weights the instructor said ever-so-perkily into the microphone.
Click Click Click, we moved away into dark tunnel, slowly as it built up tempo. Now that we've done a bit of basic step, I think we are ready to get started. The Anaconda was not made of wood, but it creaked like Mick, or any old rocker for that matter really. Alright, here it comes, we are going through the whole combination in 5, 4, 3, 2...the next second was the slowest yet the fastest, the beast jetted forward ferociously in a downwards spiral, followed by a few corkscrews...Thrrrree touch steps followed by one left star step, and one right star step! It felt like riding on a rampid, Mlb-juiced boaconstictor about to devour the caiman it hungered for, as well as anything else in its way...Feel the BURN! And pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, coil around, pulse, pulse, pulse, squeeze it hard, then hollllllld and re-lease. 1. ahuh ahuh ahuh. We were out of breath and could not believe there was no height limit on that baby. Excellent. Now lay down n your mats, curl your legs into your chest and relax. Well, I guess its time to call it a day and get some funnel cake.
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