Post-finals I took a much-needed break and escaped to the concrete jungle. It was two days stuffed full of $6 Fruit Loops from Kellog’s Cereal Bar, brunch at Jack’s Wife Freida, and all the coffee breaks in between. I came home with a fabulous furry pink jacket and a sense of “okay, so when am I moving to the city?”
On Monday morning something big happened. I took my first ever Soul Cycle class. Pause for gasps. I know, you would think I would be all over the trend, but in fact, I was a Soul Virgin. Don’t worry- we fixed that.
To be honest, the class was a little overwhelming. The music was loud (loved it), the other riders were model-esq (loved it less), and the ride was fast and furious (back to love). We’re talking revolutions per minute that could get you to LA in seconds. It was honestly one of the toughest workouts I’ve done in a while. Heart rate through the roof, tongue out panting, sweat pooling on the handlebars.
All in all, I’m not sure the Soul movement is right for me, but I’m all for something that gets people moving. Something that gets people falling in love with exercise. Something that pushes people to hit their max every day. So, while you might not catch me doing tap backs in the candlelit studio, I still love the fitness craze Soul has initiated. It’s truly unique in taking wellness from single player to a team sport.
I can tell that each class is motivation. While it doesn’t get easier, you definitely get stronger. Some part of everyone wants to be the sports-bra wearing regular that owns bike number 6. It’s just a matter of getting up and getting in the saddle.
They say you need three classes to fall into the rhythm, so I’m down to hop on the bike and hit that resistance again soon. Let me know who’s down for a ride.
Stuck in my head: Real Love Baby // Father John Misty
Snap it: SOHO, NYC
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