It was no walk in the park. And the class was not going to be easy as apple pie either. I arrived late, as I was chasing Svengali from Woodbury up to the Roslyn outpost and by the time I made adjustments and saddled, 15 minutes were already gone. The house was packed and with a little help from my friend, I secured the last bike and I was off to the races. Have you noticed when you try to book Tripp's class that you are getting shut out like another one of our elite instructors? Kind of makes you go hmmmm.
The thing about Roslyn is the darkness and with just a touch of sensory deprivation, the focus of my concentration weighs heavier on my pedal stroke, and in the mystical one’s class that is where the magic lies. And it’s a quiet group this Roslyn crowd, but that did not keep me from shouting my own exhortations, and I could tell that just a little energy in the CS goes along way in bringing the level of energy even higher. Fact or fiction, I have seen it often over the course of my 9 month excursion into this stationary sport that moves not only my body but my mind and spirit as well.
There was something curious about being back on the stationary bike after my excursion with Tripp upstate and the outdoor ride in Minnewaska. The spinning sessions inside not only served me well outside but now after mountain biking at the Lake I could take that experience and take my indoor game to a new experience. The sights and sounds outside of course fill all the senses and it takes much more concentration moving over the ground than standing still in the CS but now that I know I can do both and for me the circle is complete. I understand what my friend Gene Nacey means when he calls it Cycling Fusion.
Oh and the apples from the lake were magnificent!
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