I have grown past the diaphanous tights stage that some men might find alluring in a spin class. Maybe that’s because I am more serious than ever about my fitness, maybe it’s because too many of the females in class have become my friends and I am just too uncomfortable looking at their physiologies too closely any more or maybe because I am a sexagenarian. (No that’s not it) Now some may say reading this: “Yeah Right”. Well I am sorry you feel that way but that is the truth.
Having said that however, I can still admire some of the near perfect forms that are the Women of KSC. Take the Queen herself. Today still sporting the tan from her Mexican trip her décolleté painted with a glistening sweat was like animated apollonian art. She made me think of the Empress, Michelle Corso whose only fat lies in her big toe, the instructors at Equinox are like rarefied air. And they inspire me to recapture the form I had as late as age 45. I am determined one day to lift my shirt in class and thank you all for getting me back to a fitness of a 40 something.
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