Evil Woman

A rare treat, Thursday 8:30 spin in KSC.  Either I never got up early enough or I have been opting for Thursday night with the Blue Sapphire not sure why I have not taken this edition. 

Summer is rearing its solar power aided by its cousin humidity and it brings out my love/hate relationship with AC. I love the fresh air but when the air is still and stifling I bow to the artificial atmosphere that air conditioning provides.

I just heard that Carolyn will vacate her evening slot but Tripp will fill in as substitute. No worries that’s a heads heads coin. 

I of course cannot be sure ever what the demeanor of Kristen will be when she enters the CS because it is never the same ‘road’.  She presents a multi faceted personality that is always entertaining and of course didactic. She it would appear does not let the preceding parts of her life ever interfere but rather it seems to fuel her rationale to take each session to another level. Most professionals can compartmentalize their inside life vs. their outside mirror.

When I heard ELO play “Evil Woman” I instantly felt the visceral chord being struck crosswise on my solar plexus and the rush of adrenaline fueled a noticeable increase in my pedal stroke intensity.  When KG turned to me and said: Will this be the title of today’s blog, it resonated. And let’s be real she is EVIL, but in a good way.

  Today I felt like it was 1979 and that my training regimen back then of 95 miles a week was something I could maintain the rest of my life.  Well of course hardly. But the fact that I had the feeling that I am in training again was revelatory because not since the Boston Marathon have I felt this good both mentally and physically about my exercise regimen. 

The condensation on the windows gave its evidence of just how the thermodynamics of the CS were being pushed to its limit and the open door was a welcome relief towards the end of our ride.  Kristen referred to the main room as a meat locker and I just cannot reconcile just how frigid it is when I walk outside. It feels like I am in a Tropical Rain Forest and am Star Trek transported to the Arctic Circle.  I just came up with my own name and I call it The Forbidden Zone.  It’s pretend exercise out there and that’s where I played most of my tenure here.  Although the Stair Master is still a challenging piece of apparatus but it's LONELY.

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I cannot wait to pluck that retro picture from Facebook and guess where that will land?

P.P.S. Next Up: She's No Cupcake.