EDITOR'S NOTE: this post may appear sappy, strange, or senseless. I'm ok with that. This is about my Sunday, SoulCycle, and this instructor named Stacey. In all honesty, I started writing this Monday morning. It's Wednesday. I'm at the beach. I'm behind.
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On Sunday, we spent the day at the house. We turned down invitations to the beach and late summer lunches for a 100-minute SoulCycle challenge at the barn in Bridgehampton. People thought we were crazy. Honestly, I did hate missing lunch.
When I clicked into bike 40, I remembered what Stacey told us in a class earlier this summer: Never Take This For Granted. For me, "this" wasn't about SoulCycle and whether or not I had a good bike. It was and remains about everything else.
Stacey said we were going on a 23-mile journey. If it was, I never felt it. In fact, I've never felt better. Sweat poured. I went faster and stronger than ever. And in between climbs and sprints, Stacey offered us inspiration that had nothing to do with the physical challenge.
At lunch that day, someone had shared a very personal story with her. She offered us the lesson:
"Never enter a room and fail to make eye contact with people. You never know when you might need them."
Think about that.
As class continued, we sped up. We slowed down. We closed our eyes. We opened them. I thought about the people in my life who do this class, people who don't, people who can't, people who are here and those who aren't. That was the bigger journey. It was emotional. And it was terrific.
At some point, Stacey said "Never forget this moment in your life."
God, I hope don't.