I Didn’t Want the Peloton. Now I Fight My Wife for It.

This morning, I woke up and did something radical: I made time for myself.

It had been a couple of weeks since I got on the Peloton, and let’s just say the bike wasn't the only thing gathering dust. I’m not one of those faithful, seven-day-a-week riders—I’d like to be that guy, but then life shows up with a to-do list and says, “Not today.”

Here’s what I’ve learned about myself: when the schedule gets tight, my workout is the first thing to go. Not because I don’t care—but because I default to everything and everyone else. That’s why I don’t work out in a regular gym, and instead, I train in someone’s garage. (Yes, I have a trainer. No, it’s not as expensive as you’d think. More on that in a future post.) But the real trick? When I make an appointment with another person, I show up. No questions asked. That’s just how I’m wired.

Now, back to the bike.

Full disclosure: I never wanted a Peloton. We bought it for my wife, who actually likes spin classes. I was resistant. It looked like another trendy piece of gear destined to become an expensive clothes hanger. But eventually, I caved. I hopped on one day, earbuds in, and... I liked it. Like, actually liked it.

You have to find your instructors. You need the right music. But once you do, there’s something magic about tuning out the world and sweating it out in the bonus room.

And no, this isn’t some paid Peloton pitch. This is a pitch for you to make time for you. Whether it’s on a bike, with a trainer, or just walking your dog—whatever. Just make the time.

If you’re already on Peloton and want to connect (and maybe hold me accountable?), look me up: Game0nPeloton (with a zero). It’s always better to ride together, especially when life keeps throwing curveballs.

See you on the leaderboard.