My First Soul Experience Kicked Me to the Curve
I decided to challenge myself by taking a cycling class. You would think cycling classes are easy and the instructor would take one step at a time, right? Well, let me tell you something, you would feel the burn when you come out from one class.
I went to Soul Cycle after work. After checking in with the front desk, they had me to sign a rider form. I walked upstairs to the locker room and changed in my workout gear. After patiently waiting for the next available seat, I entered Studio A where one member from the front desk asked me to put my elbow on the seat so she could adjust it. I sat down and the music started playing. They were playing an EDM song that I was not familiar with.
The instructor was not on the bicycle. What the fudge is this. Her friend was on while she was instructing the class. The first 5 to 10 minutes of pedaling were simple, then after when they were playing “Problem,” by Singer Ariana Grande featuring Rapper Iggy Azalea, a remix, I noticed people were pedaling faster. I followed along, but Lord Jesus was my feet killing me. I took a small break; then the instructor had us bending our elbows like we were doing push-ups on the bike, popping our butts in and out on the bike, and turning our elbows to the left and right side.
Now, if you know me, I love doing squats; you got to bring the boys to the yard. You got to look back at it while doing it. Of course, the class wasn’t ready for me, but the question was if I was ready for them.
While doing these moves on the bike, one man in front of me was pouring water over his head. Who were you trying to impress? Because I already know that you want the front desk and others girls to think you killed the workout. While leaning my head back, eyeing him while I pursed my lips, I went back to pedaling faster, but my feet were going to fall off and hit the person next to me. Breathe in and out. “Walk with your hips” the instructor said. Some were going fast, but a few, including myself, were taking its time.
The instructor, pushing us to go faster and faster, saying words like “push for something you want,” “if you want it, go get it,” to get us to pedal faster.
“There are two songs left,” the instructor said. Has it been 45 minutes already? It sure did not feel like it. I went to meet the instructor to thank her for welcoming me to her class. After class, I went straight home, feeling a little sore. When I got to my apartment building, the disaster hit because I had to walk up 6 flights of stairs.
My legs felt like Jell-O. Every step felt like it was going to fall off the cup. I walked in my apartment and took a shower. I decided to read Lies That Chelsea Handler Told Me, but when I turned the first page, my eyes closed. I thought I woke up from a 10 minute nap, but it said 7:29PM on the clock.
Well, I kicked the soul out of my body.
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