Finding my Soul: My first SoulCycle Experience

a deliberate imagination

I went to my first SoulCycle class this morning, and I honestly cannot remember my life before it. I have read the articles, seen photos of Lena Dunham’s birthday party, and heard about the cult-like following. This morning I not only drank the Kool-Aid, but I chugged it. I don’t remember my baptism because I was 3 months old, but I may have re-baptized myself in my own sweat this morning. I also may have been given super powers. I haven’t tried to fly yet, but I’ll keep you posted.

I was a complete rookie once I got in there. My cousin had to sign my initials next to my name because I forgot. I also EMBARASSINGLY brought my own ghetto dish rag towel, not knowing they so graciously adorned each bike with a plush SoulCycle towel for each rider. I then had to ask if everyone was allowed to…

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