04/11/2025
I know you’ll get me when I say that the hardest part about committing to your workout is the part where you actually have to get off your butt, change, and go. I’m proud to say I overcame that hard part today, and felt all the stronger and lighter and better for it, but what I’m about to share, was something that I wasn’t prepared to experience.
It isn’t my first time at this indoor cycling studio, and each session has been nothing short of invigorating and amazing since. By a change of schedule, I ended up attending the class of a repeat instructor whom I adored the first time around. I walked in and got clipped in, knowing I’m guaranteed a hair-flipping, intoxicating 45 minutes ahead.
Halfway through class, she told the story of someone who had been a long time member of this community who had unexpectedly passed very recently, and recalled when she first met him here 9 years ago that when she asked him, what is it about this community that you makes you return, and he said, this place was his respite when he was going through a very difficult time, and it was the only place, that when the lights go out, he was given the space to let go, and to cry.
I felt the ache in my chest in that instance, and like him, I allowed the tears to come as I rode and let the music and room take over. It was surreal and needed, and not what I had expected to walk away with at the end of a workout class.
It made me realized how much I was holding in and keeping it altogether, and as I looked around class, it was apparent I wasn’t alone in that.
I guess I just wanted to take this experience tonight to say that the naked eye doesn’t tell us how much the people we share a room with are actually going through and it helps to remember to be kind and also, that when you allow yourself to say yes and actually get up and go do that thing, it could well give you an unexpectedly memorable experience in exchange in more ways than you know.
Be gentle, everyone.
Sending love 💗