Imagine you’re spinning naked. This is the second time The Evil Woman suggested we picture our nude form as we slide up and down from position #3 to the saddle. There are days when parts of my body might pass a skin show. Not quite yet, but I am feeling more comfortable with my body suit and when I do don my street clothes, I notice some of the air has gone out of my over inflated torso.
After our Playhouse 90 effort on Thursday, I took the day off yesterday and because I was not feeling guilty about it, told me it was the right decision. When Kristen talked about the parallel of running and spinning, I felt she was listening to my mind track. I have often spoken here about my long distance running past and how it has been the virtual bank I borrow from when I need a withdrawal of spending cash when my wallet of effort is a little thin. Where do we go when we run our picture show inside our mind? For me the house of Zen is the boardwalk down in Long Beach where I trained some 1000 or more times while preparing for Boston or the New York marathons or the ultra marathons of Forest and Prospect Park. In that setting, I feel the wind at my back; my parka is open and that watch cap is lifted over my ears as the sweat cascades down my cheeks, and as I glance down at my stop watch I have broken my last training time. There are thoughts about this very memory that moves me just beyond what I could do in my last spin class.
The human form when it is fit is not only sexy, but is moving fine art. When we see that mirror at home or in the locker room as we either enter the shower or step out of it, take a long look at that nude body in the mirror that looks back and see what it says. I do know one thing; I steal furtive looks now, as I used to make it a point to keep my nakedness away from that man in the mirror. Thank you KSC, the courage of being naked is returning.
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