As I look backward from the end of a session atop my Schwinn I feel like there is really no discernible difference between a cadence filled class or one that is put together like Jambalaya. What I mean to say is that at the end of each version of the ride I am soaking wet, my left hand and foot have lost some circulation and I am of course gasping to regain my normal heart rate.
Both entertain me and both move me closer to some elusive fitness level that escapes definition at least to this point anyway. What is the difference then? If you would ask each instructor they would say quite a lot. But is there? Order is never a bad thing unless I am lacking the discipline at that particular hour. I don’t think it’s about being lazy, as I have already told you I am exhausted with both regimens. The structured class that I love to participate in fascinates me and inspires me each and every time and challenges me and keeps me focused. The unvarnished version is unusually extemporaneous and moves me viscerally, which results in an inspiration where writing is a stream of consciousness rather than reporting with finely chiseled narratives that only KSC* brings me to.
So where am I? Split I guess if you were to push me for my personal preference. In KSC there is an unparalleled dedication to craft and in Tripp’s class the passion he exudes lifts me like an anti-gravity machine. It’s all good from here and the variety keeps me from the jelly donuts I so used to crave.
*KSC- Kristen’s Spin Class kristensspinclass.blogspot.com
It won't take long:
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