We mount our bikes and get ready for a hardy workout. The room is dim but the stage is elevated and illuminated to spotlight the empty bike from where our instructor, Ian, will be leading our 45 minute session of blood, sweat, tears and redemption. We are warming up, adjusting our seats, and preparing our souls in anticipation.
Enter Ian left stage. He is ripped and torn and fit as a fiddle with a dashing smile and a charismatic personality.
“Who has not been to Soul Cycle before?”
“Who has not been to MY class?”