July 02, 2004

Rush

The spinning instructor yelled out to the class, "Don't rush it!" I could feel the electrical current jumping the synapses in my nervous system as my brain thawed out memories relegated to cold storage. Don't rush. So familiar. But in two different contexts from my past. What were they?

Ah yes. The first one in another athletic situation. Early morning crew practice on Lake Washington. Coach Bob Earnst's voice crackling through the megaphone, drilling it's way to a permanent corner of my grey matter..."Don't rush it on the slide!"

A minute later the second, earlier memory bubbles into my consciousness. Meg Dezel conducting the junior high orchestra through a ritardando.