Training for life
The other night as I was dying in the front row of the second of two consecutive spin classes, I asked myself “why am I doing this? What possessed me to think this was a good idea? I’m not training for a marathon, I’m not trying to lose weight, I am just a regular lady who apparently makes bad decisions like taking two classes in a row!!” A couple years ago I would never dream of even setting foot in a spin class, let alone doing more than one a day. During the seemingly endless free time on the train ride home I started to wonder what I’m training for. Sure I’d love to play soccer or lacrosse again, but is that really what’s driving me? And then I realized: I am training for my life. I know that sounds a bit dramatic, but bear with me.