Ground Swell

It was a break through day for me in the CS. At first I thought it was the bike #16 because the pedal stroke felt so smooth. I had the feeling that my legs had became one with the bike. And so I kept ramping up on the flywheel and the ease with which my RPM's were increasing was like a light switch had went off in my physiology.

The viscerality in Tripp's class is always present but today the kinesthetic dial got broken in the up position and although the music selection almost had me on the ceiling I was able keep my heart in my chest (just barely) and I put forth an effort that tops any class I have ever taken at Equinox. I don't know about you but when passion knocks on my solar plexus I answer the call with all my heart and soul. I haven't felt like this since my 2 hr. 39 min. Boston Marathon. The exhilaration in Mr. Fantastic's class might be illegal it's that good. And although I am sober nigh on 21 years it almost feels like it is intoxicating. There is something about this man that reaches into my heart and mind like no exercise trainer I have ever met. It's so amorphous I can't even figure out how to say it just yet. I fashion myself as a wordsmith but I have not found the vocabulary that adequately embraces what this experience feels like. You can only drink it and taste it for yourself. Then you will know my friends, then you will know.

The imagery hit me about mid session and it was the phrase, “Ground Swell”. You know that feeling when you are in the ocean and you feel the water underneath you and you are buoyed upward? Or if you were in a boat and the rising tide lifted all boats? It was what I felt collectively as I witnessed efforts around me I had not seen before. It may have been an optical illusion or an incantation but the hour disappeared like blowing out a candle.