Journey to Fitness: Stories of Progress, Challenges, and Triumphs.
I’m not exactly feeling like a cycling pro. The dazzling instructor, who could easily be the star in a James Bond movie, spots me struggling and comes to my rescue. “Let me show you how this works,” she says with unnerving enthusiasm. The bike is no ordinary machine; it’s a beast with a massive flywheel and a knob that controls the resistance. Starting feels like moving a boulder, and stopping is a saga of its own. For a moment, I ask myself what I got myself into.
