Tripp’s class in Roslyn felt like the same brand of hypnosis I experience in Woodbury, only different. For sure the members are for the most part Roslynites, and the Svengali fandango transfixes them just as easily, but they’re not as openly demonstrative like they are in our Eastern outpost where the horses run free. Their responses are like hydrogen and have not manifested themselves in the reactive form just yet. You know it’s just a matter of time before there is an outbreak of fever and the emotions of the members in our sister club break out in a big time rash.
Yesterday I ventured once more into the unknown world of taking two spin classes in a row, and I was just not sure how the toe boxes in my shoes were going to hold up. The discomfort I felt yesterday was quite noticeable, and I think I need the help of a good reflexologist. Do we have one at the club? I think I need a session or two. I have virtually no complaints about recurring pain on any part of my anatomy except for some muscle fatigue. However, my feet have started to bark like two unruly dogs. And maybe, just maybe it’s time for a new pair of shoes.
The Tripp road show will find me in Scarsdale on early Saturday morning, because I am to do a story there about a young woman that climbed atop Mount Kilimanjaro. I hear tell she has some great narratives I hope I can give justice to.
I love my field trips, they always seem to provide me with a different perspective on the members away from home and I get their “spin” on how their world goes round.
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