Where does one begin when trying to extol the virtue and metamorphic capabilities of Harness Cycle? Like the narrator in the summer of an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel, I'll never forget my first class nor the impact it had on me. Oh what sweet diversity the instructors bring to the proverbial table (as well as posterior-punishing saddle). Some play masochistic Drill Sergeant, some the Yogi, some the Cheerleader, but all will have you simultaneously gasping air through the sweat dampened face-hole you call your mouth as well as gasping for more full body punishment. Make no mistake about it, your abs shoulder, arms and legs will transform from the doughy sack of caterpillar crap into the majestic butterfly you were destined to be. My advice to you, sign up... Sign up soon. Sign up now. And when you do, sign up for the 101 on Sunday. It will acclimate you to the concepts as well as terminology that will become integrated into the life altering journey you are about to embark upon.