If you haven’t tried it, you’ve at least heard of SoulCycle – the intense, 45-minute dancing-on-a-bike workout classes. I am not exaggerating when I say that SoulCycle has literally changed the way I look at exercising for better and here’s how
His words hurt like sharp razors digging into my heart. I had two options: either I shrugged it off and focused more on the chub on his stomach or dwell on it. The thing is, he didn’t say it rudely or condescendingly.
My Cross Fit experience, slash #fitlife, slash being really really hot, began almost a year ago. I first joined Cross Fit in September of 2014, for the sole purpose of being able to tell my friends that I did Cross Fit. And I did, every day.
I am halfway through the fifth minute of a strange contortion, my right leg is flung far out in front of me, my left leg is swept back, pelvis forward, and I am trying desperately to retain my balance. I’m clearly a masochist, I think to myself as a bead of sweat slips down my forehead.
When he started staring at my chest and glancing over at me every two minutes- my workout was officially ruined.
I’ve tried Zumba, but it wasn’t challenging enough. I venture for jogs, by my knees can’t withstand the stress. I dove into HIIT exercises, which was rewarding, but still not quite what I needed. So, I took a page from my father, an ex-bodybuilder, and embraced the gym, weights, protein shakes, and Arnold Schwarzenegger. Bodybuilding has become my addiction
There’s a lot of confusion about the difference between being athletic and being thin.
Wow, this oatmeal tastes like warm vomit. But that’s okay, because I’d rather be miserable and thin than happy and bloated.
Everyone’s done push ups. But have you ever done pushups with a nude man strapped to your back? What if we set the man on fire?
The other day I was writing a blog post on hip and/or trendy things I didn’t understand, and the number 1 thing on the list was SoulCycle.