The year was 1975 and just two years earlier The Exorcist had terrorized America but before we could breathe a sigh of relief Steven Spielberg tattooed us with high anxiety about going in the water. I recall one scene where one of the swimmers knew the shark was hot on her frantic kicking feet and as the camera scanned back and forth from the shark to her and the waiting floating dock no one was sure if she would make it before she was literally devoured by Jaws from the bottom up. The brave kept their eyes open but if you were like most of the audience your hands never moved faster blocking your view of the big screen.
Fortunately there’s no terror closing our eyes in spin class and what so appeals to this rider is the fact that I can see more with my eyes closed than with them open. Today as I concentrated on my pedal stroke I could feel my toes floating in the shoe box where I never gave even a passing thought to that nuance before and it was merely indicative of my heightened attention of just how deep my focus has become. Breathing in through the nose has always been a daunting task for me and it was only through a determined conscious effort was I successful for a few minutes in the 60 minute ride. Now though with assistance from our sensory deprivation technique of closing our eyes even breathing in from the nose becomes a more natural experience. My sensory acuity takes on another dimension now as my effort has risen beyond what my body thought was the limit. Now I am convinced I have broken through a wall and I see a higher sky even with my eyes closed.
Dana’s discography was flawless today as each song she plated fit the choreography of her deeply cognitive instruction.
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