Spin Class Epiphany

The room is hot and dark, the music booming, building, my legs pumping. The coach is chanting along, "If you could get what you want by going two percent faster, would you do it?"

And I think, what do I want, what is calling me. 

All the time I've wasted doubting myself, giving less than my best, in so many ways, comes flooding back, and I find myself stupidly choked up, so I duck my head, push harder, knowing at least today, I didn't stop.