Jammed to the rafters in an 8 a.m. spin with Mike Borska. A somewhat esoteric choreography this morning, but nonetheless Mike had us synced perfectly to the rhythm of the road familiar song or not.
As I have related before, Mike has the paternal gene that is so conspicuous when he approaches each rider checking on their progress. He has this genuine concern that lets us know he is certainly in touch with his anima. Borksa, with his reading glasses checking the sweep hand on his stop watch has an avuncular look that almost seems malapropos in the CS setting. But it all seems to work like the B side to a hit song.
As I reflect on the House of Equinox talent, Mike stands alone mainly because he is more like the common man turned pro who has learned the craft of spin as his extracurricular avocation but is no less superlative than his full time counterparts.
Plantar fasciitis has plagued me these past few weeks, and I have paid more attention to stretching my calves, but Mike had an on the spot remedy as it flared up today in class. He said to let your heel drop with each pedal stroke, and as if by magic the pain dissipated as fast as it arrived. One of the beauteous aspects of spin at least for me has been the relative absence of aches and pains that road running was sure to inflict on my body. Part due to me paying attention to form, and part due to the distinct lack of pounding, only swimming has less stress on the musculoskeletal system than any exercise I have engaged in.
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