Don’t ask me how this happened, but it seems I’m all bundled up at 6:35am, yes AM, ready to head uptown to spin at Soul Cycle. It’s a 45 minute journey involving a bus and subway train to take Stacey’s class, but so worth it! Last week we were so busy I couldn’t get to the gym once. This week, with the girls out of town and everyone slowing down for the holiday, I’m getting back on the workout wagon. Step one: ass kicking by Stacey (she’s actually the one who taught me how to spin in LA over 5 years ago).