spin class.

Monday morning and I don’t even mind because it was just one of those magical weekends full of family, friends, music, new projects and good vibes. Last Thursday, a man died in the spin class before mine. Sadness and tension were palpable within the studio and on the young faces of the staff. Paramedics were doing chest compressions and using the defibrillator for 45 minutes but he was gone by the time they got to the hospital. I saw a glimpse of him being carried out on the gurney and, even though I’ve never seen a dead person before, I thought to myself “that man is not alive.” I wonder how his day was. Maybe he got up and went to work: “yay it’s almost the weekend and then I get to go to my spin class!” He was there with a friend so maybe they had dinner plans. Did he know he’d walk in with his legs and be carried out on his back? What if he could’ve known? What would he have done differently? Just like this weekend was for me, I hope he wouldn’t have wanted to change a thing.

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