Lifestyles of the Twenties & Shameless

Lately I’ve been having sort of an identity crisis when it comes to my life as a professional. While I’m finishing up my Masters and most people would understand that it takes up a fair amount of “spare” time, I have a hard time finding an answer when someone, dressed in a suit asks, “What are your hobbies?”

For those of you lucky enough to stick to a high school, or even middle school talent or pass-time, I cannot say the same. And so, I’ve given up on thinking “going to the gym” is some sort of hobby.

While I could rephrase it as an “avid runner” or “fitness enthusiast” — let’s be serious. I have no other option than to yes, find a true hobby.

Reading is always fun. I’m a big fan of Fitness magazine, but I’m stumped once someone pries me further to say “You’re a reader, too? Who’s your favorite author?” Great question. I have no idea. Would I still sound ‘professional’ if I divulged that I’m a big fan of Plum Sykes’ Bergdorff Blondes or Emily Griffin’s Something Borrowed (and while I’m at it…) Something Blue? With no intentions of reading Moby Dick for recreational purposes any time soon, I’m again at a loss.

I didn’t stick to Yoga.

Pilates has potential.

But to me, I have to be passionate about a hobby.

Yesterday, it all clicked.

Spinning is all the rage at gyms across the country (or at least in the Northeast) and boy does it kick your butt–literally! But through all my years taking classes at the gym, I’ve never experienced a high like spinning. 

I went with some of my girl friends from work and we had a blast. I can’t tell you the last time I was smiling through an intense workout unless I was laughing at a rerun of a Bravo show while I pass the time away on the cardio machines. I smiled just about the entire ride in all positions…

Ladies and gentleman, do not fear the leg soreness you will feel the next day. Do not fear the amount of sweat that will drip from your body. Do not reconsider reserving your spot since the classes fill up so quickly. Leave the thong at home, grab a towel or two, and hop on the bike. And yes, do not fear sitting up front near the instructor. He/She will keep you going. (And really, do you have the guts to give up and walk out when you’re sitting in the front of the class?) Between the pumping playlists and feeling of proudness for yourself, you can’t help but to smile. 

And now, I’ve found my hobby! What’s yours?