Attack of the 50 Foot Woman Revised Edition

I wanted to put this piece into Jenny’s blog sort of an addendum as when I wrote the story it didn’t have a home yet well now it does. And I will add a few things, as is my wont. I love that word “wont” you may see it now and again.

I was so spoiled back on Long Island as there were some very talented women (mostly) and men who made the call in the place I called the “Lavender Palace” or what you fellow spinners would just say is our cycle studio. I shed many a pound and gallons of sweat there. And when I came here to Florida I never imagined I would be as happy as I am in this club. Oh it has a lot to be desired but for all intents it suits me. I miss the camaraderie though that I had and still have when I go back to my gym called Equinox in Woodbury Long Island they still fuss over me (my vanity) and welcome me back with open arms and I guess I was somewhat of a character there always bellowing out of turn making a racket whenever my heart beckoned me. Here though I just don’t feel that. Maybe one day. 

But this blog is about Jenny Little and her adventures. And here is that first piece in case you missed it. I called it the Attack of the 50 Foot Woman. She is after all larger than life. 

I thought I might title this entry: Attack of the 50 Foot Woman but thought better of it so as not to scare anyone away. That title was actually a sci-fi  movie of the same name dated 1958 with probably the worst special effects captured on celluloid film. The heroine grown to mythic proportions is transparent throughout because CGI hadn’t been invented just yet.

Jenny on the other hand has quite genuine “special effects” resplendent with the talent of some of the best spin instructors I’ve experienced at my former home at Equinox in New York. Ms. Little displays the science of Dana Mancini who was remarkable for making class an “inside job” and the athleticism of Rocky who took my physiology “once step beyond” what I thought I was capable of and of course the Queen of spin Kristen James whose charm and charisma sparked my “afflatus” in many of my writings here on the net.

Jenny today this Sunday reignited my blue flame which I have to say I thought had just run out of propane. Five and a half years of spinning yarns literally about spin class had me thinking that this series was just done. What else could I say? Well maybe a new chapter new geography a new face might just put a new spin on my flywheel. I could complain that the Spinner bikes at 24 Hour Fitness are a bit long in the tooth with no onboard computer or creature comforts I had grown accustomed to back in Woodbury but Jenny Little made me forget that at rides end my butt hurt like the Dickens as her repertoire was positively ingenious for its complexity but simplicity in her delivery. Tempo, a driving rhythm, short breaks and a discogrpahy that was silky. Off the bike and on the bike Jenny moves with a fluidity of a Gene Kelly and the strength of a decathalete she is.