Sweet Escape

At least once a week, the gym provides me with a haven away from the grind of the daily work life. At least once a week, my evening is filled with rainbow colors, surrounding my every move.

Once a week, at least, I'm:

- A Cyclist, on the Tour de France, racing through the scenic mountain routes. Challenging myself to push harder on the pedals, to hold on just a few minutes more. My team mates beside me, egging me to go the extra mile with them. As the leader always say at the last leg of the race. "See you at the Top"

- I become Atlas, shifting the world's weights around me. Always in control, yet with caution and grace, balance everything I have as I've always known I can.

- I'm a Ninja, standing at the foot of a zen waterfall. Just staying in the moment, breathing, letting go and finding myself again.


At least once a week, I escape my harried schedules.
Be it Tour de Cali, Pump Class or just enjoying a post workout shower, I swear, I'm addicted and I'm a convert.