Today started early with a trip to the airport and kisses good bye to my husband and wee people. Five hours later I arrived in Washington D.C. for the IBD Social Circle Summit put on by Janssen Biotech. My sweetheart driver Muhammad, who kept calling me Ma’am, was delightful to chat with. D. C. traffic was certainly exciting. I was immensely grateful that he was driving, a dazzling conversationalist and was thoughtful in pointing out historical landmarks in our nation’s capital along the way.
At the hotel I was greeted right away by Stephanie of Tonic Life Communications who coordinated everything so seamlessly in advance and anticipated every question I needed to make my first trip to the East Coast a smooth one. This was a blessing and much appreciated as one of my not-so-super powers is getting hopelessly lost. And because I’ve never been farther East than a layover in Denver on the way to Houston, I needed all the help I could get! So that on its own was a great big bucket of awesome!
Next I was off to my room to freshen up with plans to discover something to eat. While there I heard bagpipe music from the street below. Food can wait; I’m off to check that out! Turns out the IBD Summit coincides with the annual pipes and drums memorial for police officers who have fallen the previous year. It was a lovely tribute that felt more like a celebration. The ground shook like thunder and the air vibrated with the magic of bagpipes and drums. You could physically feel the music move through you. I am so glad I went. People were visiting with each other, perfect strangers striking up conversation. It felt like a festival. I heard from historical tourists, someone came from Ohio to visit family, another in town for business. Of course, I shared that I was here for the summit and shared what IBD was. One person knew what I was talking about and the rest were caught up to speed. Lots of fun with friendly people who were game for taking part of their day to visit and share a parade with each other.
Tomorrow I get to meet some of the IBD bloggers I follow and look up to in person. These intelligent, funny, creative people that engage and educate. IBD Family. WOW!
My plan was to go and have fun, but pace myself so I didn’t end up falling off the bike in a pile of limp sweaty exhaustion, promptly followed by barfing on the floor.
Reachable goals ~ I can manage that.
The ride itself was held at The Rush Studio in Carmel Valley. A lovely location with friendly staff not too far from the beach.
I arrived a tad early to a bright, welcoming atmosphere where already jazzed people were visiting, contributing to the donation box and signing up for the raffle. Everyone was excited about the ride, seeing each other and supporting the CCFA. The ladies at the front desk helped me out with paperwork and shoes. In no time I was off to make my own donation, visit and get bedazzled with fancy glow accessories. I can see why people like to come to The Rush. It’s the perfect setting.
After stowing my back pack it was time to grab towels and water bottle then head on in.
As I was a rookie, I chose a spot in the second row next to a gentleman in a white shirt which I was hoping would glimmer under the black lights. Decked out in CCFA orange and blue glow necklace and bracelets, I familiarized myself with the bike and looked around pleased to see the studio mostly full. All cycles faced a mirrored wall where a platform with room for two bikes faced us, front center stage. The lights dimmed as instructor Beth and co instructor Dr. Tommy welcomed everyone with intros and synchronous stretching. And that’s when the atmosphere changed.
It began fast, fun and sweaty. Hey, this is all the awesome of bike riding without exhaust fumes and traffic lights. I’m really digging it. The electrifying playlist chosen by Tommy kept us excited about moving to upbeat rhythms that gave the event a dance club feel. What started out as festive turned into challenging and hot as the microphone amplified voice encouraged ‘Right, Left, Right, Left, Push, Push fast as you can. Harder!’
Momentum increased as the locked in spin shoes allowed for pulling up with one leg as the other pushed against the suggested resistance in a constant circuit of pressing past personal boundaries. Legs burning, tummy tucked in, I worked to coordinate lifting off the saddle in a push up formation against the towel covered handle bars. And then again boosting out of the seat, pumping legs, with one arm raised in the air in upward reaching movements.
Arms and back agreed with buns that spin is a legitimate work out much more comprehensive than the hill hiking I had been doing to make myself think I was fit. I was a fool. This kicks hiking’s ass!
It was easy to get caught up in the wave of determination. The efforts of those around me, the voice of the instructor and the beats of the music; familiar, lyrical words enveloped me in the dimmed room, encouraging to push past the burn and give more of myself. There was grunting and sweat. Pressing up and back so hard the bike rocked on the floor. Warrior sounds from a couple bikes over. This spin thing is no joke! Legs finally got over the initial shock as fire turned to warmth. Then what was beautiful discomfort became a rush of adrenaline and heavenly endorphins. I felt like a candle lit from within. This must be the magic glow that people who love spin talk about.
The pace increased as we moved through a series of stand n’ tap our buns on the saddle, up and down motions that made me aware of a whole different muscle group hiking totally missed. As the spinning slowed pace, we focused on arms. No body part shall be neglected! As I went through the movements, I reasoned how odd it would look if all these lovely legs, buns, backs and tummies were accompanied by spindly arms and shoulders. Then promptly redoubled efforts to match the work I put into my lower half moments ago.
And then, almost abruptly, the class was over.
We did it! There was an odd sensation of time warp as somehow 45 minutes felt like 15. I high fived the steamy gentleman beside me and twisted my shoe out of the lock to hook my leg over the arm rests for the final blissful class cool down stretch.
We were thanked for our participation and the raffle winner announced. I took my first steps on legs that felt wobbly at first, finding solid ground again with feet that had grown accustomed to pedaling.
Looking around I could see these were not the same fresh participants swagged out in glow necklaces, glasses, and headgear that had started this adventure. We were a mass of smiling, red cheeked, champions.
It was an empowering, affirming, CCFA goal centered team effort. I was so honored to have been a part of it.
And here’s the cool thing about it all. Spin lover or no, this was an example of highlighting your passions and living your happiest in a way that helps others. Dr. Tommy Yen used his love of cycling to support his love for the IBD community. Team Yen raised $300.00 that day for the CCFA, with more financial contributions added later.
Thank you to Dr. Tommy Yen. Way to go with all your awesome!
Instructor Beth Abramowitz of The Rush for leading all the fun. You are way cooler than Wikipedia said you would be.
To my new IBD friend Ryan Hill. It was so nice to meet you.
And to all the other participants for spinning, contributing, and making the day a great one.
Just putting this out there:
I’ve had a bunch of new friend requests to my personal Facebook page lately and I thank you for that. However, I really need for my personal page to be just that. Personal. For my friends and family that I know in person and the few within the IBD community that I have made a connection with over time.
So if you want to stay connected, ask me questions, or generally follow what I’m up to, please like my Crohnie Bologna IBD Facebook page and I will be happy to visit with you there. I’m also on Twitter. Or you can go to the Contact tab above and ask your questions that way.
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