I was also notified that my instructor would pursuing opportunities elsewhere, with her last day at Sum being the 31st of the month. Wherefore I was quick to schedule two sessions with her, as transitions are never truly seamless.
Two doors down was the men's bathroom. Drawing sharp glances in each direction, I listened for signs of activity, then entered the passkey and warily poked my head in. Vacant.
Moving rapidly, I washed my hands then immediately secured myself in a stall. Within millisecond, the door opened. From the creak of the door, a figure could be spotted before the sink. Sounds of brusque teeth-brushing, mouth-rinsing, and spitting followed. I held my breath, hoping for the figure's swift departure, and for no further entrants. My silent prayers were answered, and I slipped back into the corridor without crossing paths with another being.
We then revisited the rollup, incorporating more dynamic movements along the way. Pausing halfway, rolling all the way down, then curling back up was effective in improving core control. While in the tabletop position, I was advised that the bent legs could be brought in past the hips (less than 90 degrees) to reduce lower back pain due to a weak core.
A tabletop-to-bicycle move was then executed for the transverse and lower abdominal muscles. With the head rested and legs in tabletop position, one leg would be extended at 45 degrees, while the other was summoned towards the hip. Clasped hands would press against the bent leg for resistance. I was recommended to focus on bending one leg - the left - to compensate for pelvic tilt and navigate towards a greater degree of symmetry.
I also worked on back and lat strength in both seated and kneeling positions on the Cadillac. The tension bar would be pulled down towards the side of the ribs to activate the muscles supporting proper posture.
Sitting on top of the Reformer box, a series of exercises were conducted for the upper body, including flyouts with tension-affixed arm bands.
Dinner plans lay the at southeasterly side of the GTA, thus I picked up Starbucks for the journey over.
At the early hour of 6 PM, the restaurant was entirely empty. I suggested dining on the patio, which was, in reality, no more than a few wooden tables positioned on a concrete slab with a covering overhead. Ruthless rain-lined gusts would penetrate the patio area on a regular basis, along with visitors of the plaza. Some were masked and some unmasked, either passing by with takeout in hand or roaming about sneaking brief glances at the plates before us. The next most frequent sighting were flies - peculiarly large ones that would perch onto our belongings without warning.
Our suspicions were later substantiated by tough, bland strips of lean blanched pork. The difference between suyuk and bossam cuts was a valuable lesson in my culinary academic record. And, with those experiences in mind, it was easy to distinguish Hanyang's as worthy of neither title. Minimal marbling was observed, if any at all.
Regardless, we each took to a few pieces, wrapping them in romaine lettuce and topping with our sauces of choice. Neither the sewoojeot, doenjang, nor garlic slices were sampled, though I piled on kimchi in the early stages of the meal. The fermented cabbage slices grew progressively spicier over time, halting intent to eat altogether.
DIY Seasoned Rice Balls were the last to arrive. Contrary to the individual portions I had expected, a wide, shallow dish appeared before us with one single disposable glove in accompaniment. Tobiko, thinly-sliced scallions, and an atrocious portion of mayonnaise rested on top. To my utter shock, customers were to mix the ingredients themselves. The task was painstaking enough with only one glove, and further earned a grimace for the handling (compression!) of warm rice between one's fingers.
The bottom of the dish had been brushed generously with sesame oil, offering the warm grains a glossy finish. Ample tobiko and crunchy seaweed were wonderful contributors of texture, though the amount of oil and mayo was overbearing. An abundance of leftovers provided enough for the next two days.
"I can't believe you're actually site-seeing." comes the comment from my passenger seat.