Today marked a return to a session with the Heart of Stone, Cathy Munzer of the same name. Most atypically her husband Steve was present and he got a dose of just what it feels like to get hit by a Stone. That might be his name by birthright but The Heart of Stone has taken it and given it a whole new meaning Steve could not have conceived of before he met this phenomenal dynamo. I could also see that he has a long way to go to be in the same league of fitness (as we all do) as his better half owns. Like Michelle Corso there is not an ounce of fat on this diminutive young woman.
I just had this idea that I was going to take it easy and try to recuperate from my rigorous spin schedule, but when a Stone hits you it’s not likely any real recovery will take place until we usher our physiologies outside the CS. My friend Debbie J., a.k.a. the PQ was alongside me for this ride and Mrs. 112 was cheering me on trying to prevent me from “drifting” between roads and told me to pick up my pedal stroke. Between the two it seemed to work, and by the time it had all ended the same 3 puddles were underneath my Schwinn.
Today I had decided that after a tremendous amount of sales pressure from Michelle at the front desk, (j/k) that I would treat myself to an 80-minute massage from young Katie. How dare I? But God am I glad I did, because I soon discovered that I had two aliens inhabiting my calves and if not for the magnificent hands of Katie, they might have breached the skin and taken a piece out of my torso. That could be a little extreme but my wife loves all those CG movies where creatures appear from beneath the skin and devour their victims. I’ve known this therapist a long time here at Equinox and she knows Reiki, reflexology and does a deep tissue massage that will have your trigger points begging to be left alone. I walked out of the Spa weaving and in a legal altered state that stayed with me until I was donning my pants.
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