2.11.2012

Assignment: Wing

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2.01.2012

Exercising in Miami ... by a blogger I don't know but sometimes follow

In an Atlanta spin class, the instructor is usually somebody's mom. She's a very fit, pleasant woman with an easy smile. She's usually wearing a headset that allows her to broadcast her instruction to the room without shouting. The music varies. Sometimes it's country, sometimes it's pop. It's always played in a nicely lighted room at a reasonable volume.


In Miami, the instructor is a hot Latin woman named Vanessa. I doubt that she has ever borne children or run a carpool route. She comes by to check on you, make sure your bike is all set up, and then she shuts the overhead lights off. It's surprising the first time this happens. The only light in the room comes from a string of Christmas lights circling her elevated platform. The music is samba or rap or dance music with lyrics in Spanish, and it's played loud enough that your ears really start to provide some feedback. The instructor just shouts at the class the whole time. There are whoops and trills and ay-yi-yi's for an hour of aggressive club music in the dark.

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