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January 2011
New York Magazine
FORZA
“You control the sword; the sword doesn’t control you,” intoned heavily biceped instructor Omar. After wielding a pound-and-a-half wooden samurai sword for fifteen minutes, I could feel my upper arms and back submit to fatigue, but I was still channeling Uma Thurman in Kill Bill. Two-thirds through the class, my shoulders were ready to give up. By the time it was over, I was panting.
Minutes: 60
Peak Heart Rate: 148
Calories Burned: 302
The Pain-O-Meter: 6