Once inside the parking garage, I quickly learned the status of the shopping centre's repairs. Both escalators and elevators had been reinstated, nixing the need for freight elevator rides and dust bunny-loaded alternate routes.
- Pan-fried dumplings? No, too heavy.
- Noodles in soup? No, broth is difficult to consume.
- Curry fish balls? No, it wasn't a meal.
One half of the specimen had been sufficient for my purposes, yet the heat of the external world prompted continued ingestion of the remaining portion. Despite surpassing the brink of satiation, I persevered, eventually shoving down the rest of the tortilla to prevent wastage.
Cineplex Starburst occupied at rather low capacities - probably less than a sixth of The Rec Room on a busy day. The games entailed nonexistent lineups; as such, I quickly loaded 40 credits and commenced my rounds. On the Grand Piano Keys, I obtained the top three positions with, oddly enough, identical scores. Further familiarization was made with the classic DDR machine, and the 500 bonus was secured on the nine-hole skeeball.
My new instructor adopting an English name identical to that of SM's adored diva of the spunky quintet, with a short, two-toned hairstyle of equally spunky caliber.
In spite of my concerns over the building humidity of the outside world, the thermometer pointed to my forehead read 36 degrees - a satisfactory result. "You're fine!" she returned the thermometer to its rightful place behind the front desk, then gestured to the sizable pump bottle: "Please sanitize(ing)."
Maneuvering to the Cadillac, I was provided a lofty foam roller to assist with stretches to the shoulder and pectoral muscles. The movements had been discussed with me in previous pilates sessions, in addition to physio appointments. Shoulder mobility had admitted improved over the past few months, yet drawing a clean semi-circle remained tricky.
I was summoned into tabletop position while resting atop the foam roller. "Push your hands into the mat!" she urged, as the Cadillac frame began to quiver. Making an "imprint" with the pelvis to better stabilize oneself, I was commended on the ability to rapidly engage the core. "(She) taught you well!" came the gleeful reaction.
Previous classes had normally been accompanied by popular radio tracks, yet the playlist from above rang of K-Pop releases, both new and old. I resisted the tendency to move along to last year's Zumba tracks of Celebrity and Black Mamba, then expressed silent astonishment towards the Stray Kids' just-released title.
Separate exercises were conducted for the back and triceps. Interestingly, the toughest part was keeping the chin lifted, such that the gaze would be affixed to the chain.
With two tension rods attached the Reformer bed, the Box was placed above the hand loops. I sat facing away from the tower, in the direction of the foot rest. This time, I was drag the bed close to my body strictly by hamstring strength. The knees would remain fixed, with great efforts made to prevent my socks from slipping on the curved portion of the headrest.
Back in the standard Box position, flyouts and shoulder lifts were conducted with the hands threaded through the tension wraps.
The class ended approximately three minutes earlier than scheduled, with my next (last??) three classes slotted in for several successive Saturdays.
Satiation persisted, thus I conducted a brisk walk about the mall, dodging masked and partially masked (drinking) shoppers along the way. Perspiration droplets were exaggerated via insulation, leading to the purchase of a Venti Kiwi Starfruit Starbucks Refreshers.