A Hundred Gourds 3:2 March 2014

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Tom Painting - USA


The 6 a.m. class draws an older crowd. Don’t make me get off this bike chides our spin instructor, a divorced, forty something. This morning a stranger takes the bike next to me. We exchange furtive glances. The music begins . . . a hard driving number by Tom Petty. I crank up the tension and match the tempo. The newcomer duplicates the move. Game on. Ten minutes in, I’m sweating and that’s when I notice her breathing matching mine. When we’re instructed to climb, she and I rise in unison. Neither of us falters as we reach the summit and crest the hill. The music slows and I feel the rush of endorphins. I know she feels it too.

spring fever
some things go
without saying

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