Soul Virgin No More.

Post-finals I took a much-needed break and escaped to the concrete jungle. It was two days stuffed full of $6 Fruit Loops from Kellog’s Cereal Bar, brunch at Jack’s Wife Freida, and all the coffee breaks in between. I came home with a fabulous furry pink jacket and a sense of “okay, so when am I moving to the city?” 

On Monday morning something big happened. I took my first ever Soul Cycle class. Pause for gasps. I know, you would think I would be all over the trend, but in fact, I was a Soul Virgin. Don’t worry- we fixed that.

To be honest, the class was a little overwhelming. The music was loud (loved it), the other riders were model-esq (loved it less), and the ride was fast and furious (back to love). We’re talking revolutions per minute that could get you to LA in seconds. It was honestly one of the toughest workouts I’ve done in a while. Heart rate through the roof, tongue out panting, sweat pooling on the handlebars. 

All in all, I’m not sure the Soul movement is right for me, but I’m all for something that gets people moving. Something that gets people falling in love with exercise. Something that pushes people to hit their max every day. So, while you might not catch me doing tap backs in the candlelit studio, I still love the fitness craze Soul has initiated. It’s truly unique in taking wellness from single player to a team sport.

I can tell that each class is motivation. While it doesn’t get easier, you definitely get stronger. Some part of everyone wants to be the sports-bra wearing regular that owns bike number 6. It’s just a matter of getting up and getting in the saddle.

They say you need three classes to fall into the rhythm, so I’m down to hop on the bike and hit that resistance again soon. Let me know who’s down for a ride. 


Stuck in my head: Real Love Baby // Father John Misty
Snap it: SOHO, NYC

Previous post was deleted for certain reasons. Apologies from the blogger still in bed. 

The New York Theory

With great clothes comes great responsibility. And by responsibility I mean the drive to find more, buy more, & wear more. Take off trends are some of my favorite things- body suits, flare jeans, chokers, the list goes on- but finding the perfect purchase is sometimes less than ideal. Even when your heart and head are totally in it.

I have a huge crush on NYC. I mean who doesn’t love Instagram-ready murals and street style that kills. But whenever I take a trip to the Big Apple looking for a new wardrobe I end up leaving with two dozen bagels and disappointment. Until this trip…

So, here’s my New York theory: so many clothes in the city + so many expectations going into it = empty handed, so many clothes + no expectations = brand new closet.

Now here’s the key to bashing the pressure of the purchase: Before I left for NYC, I had a little pre-shop in DC, settling my consumerism fever & fear of finding nothing. Keeping the receipts & clothes at home (in case I found something better), I got onto the VaMoose with no worry of leaving empty handed. I also set my sights on finding the vegan cafe, By Chloe, instead of being hyperfocused on finding clothes. Avocado toast > A new anything. 

Now, of course, I went to shop & shop I did. And for one of the first times in a long time I found things I loved in the city I loved. Patience & planning go a loooonnng way. As does having parents that carry your bags & give your their *true* opinions on that dress.

So, let’s review & please take notes: when going to New York to make your latest fashion conquest start by expecting NOT to find that at all. Erase that idea. Bye bye, gone. Then add a little optimism, a lot of time, & a couple Ubers. & maybe, just maybe, the city will love you back. 


Stuck in my head: Circles // machineheart
Snap it: Rockafeller Center