An open letter to the girl in the red crop top in the front row at Soul Cycle who disappeared straight after the ride.

Our luggage is still sitting pointessly in our living room. We have just landed back in Geelong after a whirlwind Vegas trip (missed a flight, drove through the desert, got married, had the time of our lives – you know, just living our best freakin lives!) While the dust settles and before the memories fade, I feel compelled to document my experience in my first EVER Soul Cycle class. Not a stranger to spin, but new to Soul Cycle, I was excited to share the experience with Steve. I thought it would be an experience to remember for him. I didn’t anticipate that I was about to have a powerful experience. I am not shy. I cant help but quite literally speak my truth. But after our first session at Soul Cycle Las Vegas, I didn’t get the chance to. This is what I would have liked to have said to the girl in the red crop top in the front row at Soul Cycle who disappeared straight after the ride. 

Hey girl. Yeah, you. The girl in the red crop top in the front row at Soul Cycle who disappeared straight after the ride.

Im not sure who you think you are but its obvious that it isn’t up for discussion.

I see you there, but you haven’t looked around to notice anyone at all. So we wont lock eyes. You wont even realise I am in the room.

I watch you swiftly clip into the bike and swing your hips up, over the saddle and into position. Its effortless for you isn’t it? Second nature.

Maybe its that red crop top. Like Wonder Woman’s cape – kind of unnecessary but kind of cool too. Red goes fast – and you aren’t in red by accident. You don’t miss a beat.

You are up and running the moment the lights go down and the music turns up.

You.

Dont.

Miss.

A.

Beat.

How can you be one with the music, the lights, the bike, the instructor, your sweat, all at the same time!?

Who do you think you are?

I hope you think you are extraordinary.

Because I do. I am so grateful to be riding in the same room as you for my first session. I have never believed that comparison is the thief of joy. Comparing myself to you as we rode in the dark to the same music but moving to different rhythms was inspiring. To see the potential of what I could grow into left me in awe.

I heard the instructor, respected his commands – but watched you. Strong, resilient, determined, controlled – but reckless all in the same moment. I understood that coming into the room wasn’t a social experience for you – but a deep dive into your own needs. It was your time to get out of your head and into your body. To feel your emotions, wrestle with your limitations and drip the sweat of a woman connecting with her purpose.

I know that sometimes we are too close to our own genius to see it. We don’t always see ourselves in the same way that we are seen. I don’t know who you think you are. But I truly hope that at the very least, while you are on that bike in that red crop top, you feel your own energy source.

Thank you for the energy you generated. It fuelled my ride and inspired my future on the bike.

With love from the girl who gave it her all at the back of the room in awe.