Tami handed me the mic after completing her squat track. Whilst bending my head downward to don the headset it became apparent that once again I was smack dab in the middle of an instructor's worst nightmare. Yes, lo and behold my fly was wide open - the operative word being wide. Quickly, I reached for the zipper. Nothing doing - it was already up. Apparently my three-year-old workout pants had reached the end of their useful life. Time for a new pair.

Now, I don't know about you, but I've had this dream before. You know the one - you're on the bus going to school, or at work, or something like that. And suddenly you look down and realize you're either not wearing your drawers or your fly is wide open. But eventually you wake up and breathe a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness that was only a dream!" For some reason though this seemed awfully real. Stunned, I looked up.

I'd already started to talk about the next routine, but having stopped mid-sentence I'd managed to pretty much get everyone's attention at that point. My hand dropped to my side as I recalled one of Tami's most memorable quotes: Time to face the music.

"Oh my gosh, my fly's open!" I deadpanned. The class erupted in laughter. "Why don't you just zip it back up?" Tami asked. "I can't. It's broken" I whispered back, realizing only too late the mic I'd just put on amplified my words for all to hear. "I knew this would come in handy sometime" Tami said, as she wrapped her sweater around my waist and tied the sleeves behind my back. "Just don't get it dirty" A round of applause from the class sealed my fate - so, I grabbed my bar and kicked off our next routine.

I don't suppose this would be what the BodyPump Instructor's Manual means by "Make ever class a WOW experience!"