It all started at a fundraiser for She's The First. After a couple of glasses of champagne, already feeling down in the 'winter blues' and wanting to socialize outside of a bar, it was decided that we should all take a SoulCycle class together. I walked in and everyone looked like professionals dressed in their brightly colored spandex shirt and pants, while I came in sweatpants and a hoodie. This apparel is considered normal in the midwest, but I've noticed that not many New Yorkers sport actual sweatpants. Good thing I had invested in 1 pair of spandex pants.
My newbie status was confirmed after I couldn't find an open locker. After checking all 50 to see if they were locked, I just sat down on a bench and took off my sweats. Finally, a really nice woman told me there was more lockers downstairs.
There was a special kind of shoes that each rider was required to wear. They end up clipping into the bike, but when you're walking on them, they feel like heels Lady Gaga would wear to a performance. I couldn't get it clipped into the bike on the first try, but Leslie was great at helping!
We started and my feet just took off. It was a bit unnerving because I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to stop, which reminded me of that time I went snowboarding (long story short, I never learned to go down the hill sideways and instead went straight down, freaked out, and made myself tumble the rest of the way, and thus bruised my tailbone in the process). BUT I eventually got the hang of it. It hurt my elbows more than my legs, probably because it was a strange angle to get used to.
I so appreciated that my feet were locked in and that the bike was bolted in - this is not to be tried at a home gym my friends. I think there was 5 sets of different moves during the hour. It was like dancing and doing pushups with your upper body at the same time as my lower body was pedaling a bike. Have you ever tried to rub your belly while patting your head? It kind of felt like that first.
When we finally got to the weight lifting set (which meant you could sit and slowly pedal), I thought maybe only 20 minutes had gone by. I was all ready to be livid at the fact that I would have to bring that intensity back up for another 20 minutes, when, in fact, we were only 5 minutes from being done. Who knew time went by that fast?!
The instructor was amazing and really strived that were all in this together (which, if you couldn't already tell in the class by the fact I was sitting on my neighbors bike too, then you must be blind), but he was super uplifting and motivational. I've never 'lost' myself in music or workouts before (except when I run and sing out loud to One Direction - judge away) but I did a couple of times during this class. It turns out it's better if you lose yourself to the music than if you don't as your body somehow adapts to the rhythm and just does its' own thing while your brain is still thinking how to mimic what the instructor is doing.
At the end, I felt like I could take on Mount Everest, and was extra encouraged by the fantastic ladies who rode with me! The staff at SoulCycle was so non-judgemental, encouraging, and so sweet! They even took the photo below so we could preserve our first SoulCycle.
Morning after update: My heart feels healthy, my body feels 'clean' (probably because I sweated out every liquid in my system) and my arms are a tad sore. The bike seat did not do wonders for me though.