No, I am not speaking of her physiology, because I have waxed poetically enough about her stunning visible kinesiology. I am talking about that anatomy that is her class of instruction. Today I feigned the wait that KSC commands and opted instead for The Corso Zone. It remains the most treacherous of spin classes in my limited experience of what is now 8 months plus. There is no ‘break’ in her class. I know that none of our spin classes has intervals of where we can catch our breath and relax, but in Michelle’s class the pace of power and effort is so daunting I have to stop myself at times from shaking my head no and just come to grips with the fact that I can only do what I can do and that right here, right now I cannot keep pace with her. That is not to say I won’t be able to at some point but I am relegated to the submission that I can do only what I can demand from myself.
There were some light hearted moments, like when she said: “I need you to find it.” I said to myself “it” ran under the couch and “it” is hiding. And when she asked at one point to crank up even more resistance, I told myself the dial was already broken.
Michelle was hampered with the new sound system as only one out of six of the speakers were working. Not really anything to be concerned with, as those wrinkles will be worked out in time.
I felt like it was the Inquisition today, and I found myself looking at the clock on several occasions, and when Michelle said in effect that we were headed back, and were half way done, my hope was that I had enough in the tank because at that point I was working on fumes. This might not sound inviting but I want to stress again that this woman is technically superb and this is a fantastic class but it is tougher than a bed of nails.
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