I woke up this morning with that…I gotta do something new itch thing I get. It has had been a long week sitting at my desk and it just felt like my body was saying PLEASE GIVE ME SOMETHING NEW, SOME NEW exercise…GEESH.
I have to admit, I’ve been mailing in my workouts lately. Yeah, I go to the gym, but I’ve kind of been doing a pretty slow paced walk on the treadmill, barely breaking a sweat.
In the past, that wouldn’t matter. I used to run all day as a reporter. My entire career, 40 years, I never really had my own office. My office was a Live truck. There was very little sitting involved except for driving to get places.
I celebrated when I got my own real office two years ago with real doors and real stuff like normal people. That was a big FIRST for me. But now, I sit in it a lot. I mean A LOT.
Needless to say, the scale is reflecting the slower pace.
So here I am early Easter morning, drinking coffee, looking for a First.
Hmm. What was open? What could I do?
I’d been meaning to try SoulCycle. It’s been on my Do The New list but I just hadn’t gotten to it.
I went to the website and saw they were open. They had a class at 8:30 am on Easter.
“Ha!” I thought, “Who will be in that?”
I couldn’t believe there were only 3 seats left in a class of about 40 stationary bikes.
Seriously? This class must be like crack!
What do they do that gets everyone there Easter morning?
I was determined to find out. Now let me just say I’m not new to spin classes. Done it for years, but well, I’ve been slacking there too, kind of spinning at a very uninspired pace.
I’d heard SoulCycle was a different kind of spin on spin class. I thought it better be. It’s pricey at 30 dollars a pop. Not sure this could ever be a regular thing for me.
When I get there, I’m surrounded by 20 somethings and 30 somethings.
“Uh oh. I don’t see anyone my age. Oh man. What have I signed up for?”
Everyone is just fresh as a daisy, ready to do this SoulCycle thing. I’m wondering if I have just signed up for some death spiral roller coaster ride I might not survive.
Our instructor is a millennial adorable. He asks if anyone is new. Someone else raises their hand and I kind of sit on mine after he says, “Just have fun if you can’t keep up today.” Yep, that will be me.
Let me just describe the setup. We are on these really lovely bikes. I mean beautiful. The room smells good. How is that possible with class after class of sweaty people?
The bikes are packed in tight. Whoever is behind you is looking right at your butt. That’s your view. No kidding. (Sorry, person behind me!)
Somehow I get the bike behind the one empty seat in the class and we are off.
The music thumps. Some kind of blend of Electronic Dance Music and Soul. I’m moved. I want to move. The whole class starts on a choreographed ride. (Not too choreographed.) It’s to the beat of the music, doing mini push-ups off the handles, lean to the left, lean to the right. It’s fun. I’M HAVING FUN!
In 5 minutes, I’m sweating more than I have in the last 6 months. I’m toweling down and then we pick up weights while we bike. We’re spinning AND lifting light weights. I think I’m going to pass out but give the weights a break while everyone else is pushing hard.
Thank God it’s dark in this room. Did I mention that? But sometimes Millennial Adorable turns on the lights just to see if you’re alive.
“Everybody good? Okay.” Lights go back out.
At some point, Millennial Adorable decides to come sit on the empty bike in front of me.
Are you kidding me?
All I can see is the backside of M.A. and he is moving fast, five times faster than me. I start moving faster. I’m trying to keep up. I’m not keeping up but I am sweating bullets because I’m pushing harder than I’ve pushed my body in months OR the room is just hot. I don’t know.
And then, I don’t even know what happened next. After 45 minutes the ride was over. It was over and I was spent, exhilarated, happy.
I thanked M. A. for a lovely first SoulCycle experience. I did spy a couple of folks my age on the way out the door. They looked great. Hmm.
I was handed a coupon for 3 classes for just 60 dollars. That’s gotta be the way they get you hooked, cause I’m burning up. I’m on fire. I’m high. After 3 classes you are probably a SoulCycle endorphin rush addict, I’m sure.
I am a former reporter so, of course, I read some reviews. One said SoulCycle was cult-like, snotty, and doesn’t deliver great results on top of the price.
But you know what? It was new and it wasn’t boring.
You gotta hand it to them. I might just go for 3 more rides, you know? Just 3 more at the discounted price.
Photos from https://www.soul-cycle.com