Now I know why I have never done classes – they are full of sad narcissistic dickheads…..
Greccia Clausen, a Manhattan accountant, approaches her quest for a front-row bike at SoulCycle like the numbers game it is. Every Monday at noon, when the booking window opens, she and a friend each try to grab two front-row bikes. Then they compare notes and choose the two best placed, preferably front and center.
There, Ms. Clausen can’t be stuck, never mind slowed down, with a view of any rhythm-challenged, hungover or just not-quite-so-fit riders.
“When there’s people in front of me, it gets in the way of my workout,” she said on a recent Sunday morning in SoHo, after an hourlong Soul Survivor class and the purchase of a $54 white tank that read “FRONT ROW.” “I won’t ride if I don’t get the front row.” (Of the shirt, she said, “It’s a little obnoxious, but I’m a crazy front-row person.”)
As the New Year’s resolute join (or return to) gyms everywhere, pleased to log even the most desultory of workouts, a subset of people will have practically broken a sweat before class even starts in its efforts to land a front-row spot. For classes where those places can’t be bought or reserved, these die-hards arrive 20 minutes early to hover by the studio door, ready to throw down a water bottle to claim a spot.
More here – The New York Times