Four years ago my friend Patty talked me into going to Flywheel. We took a few classes together...and then one Saturday night I got the urge to spin so I signed up for an 8:15 class the next morning all by myself! It was the first time riding without my pal and it turned out to be one of those *magic* Elizabeth Hill classes - the music, the energy, all on point. Elizabeth was the first teacher I listened to and trusted (like, I didn't pretend to turn the torque up, I actually did!), and I ended up joining because of her and that class.  Flywheel is/was the only workout I've ever stuck with. It was a community...a place I went to to ride a bike, sing songs and have fun - with the added benefit of being a good workout! So much magic happened in that dark little room, and here's why I think that is: Not only did the teachers motivate me to do better, they also taught me self-love, self-acceptance. Not a lot of people can do both of those things at once. So from my first Sunday at 8:15 to my last, I thank you, Elizabeth. And I thank you too, Patty, for being my workout buddy and always encouraging me to do more. #nevercoast
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