What’s the saying? How do you know if someone is a member of a Peloton community? Don’t worry. They’ll be sure to tell you.
The first thing to know about me is I am an extreme extrovert. I love meeting new people, and being social feeds my soul. Quarantine has been horrible for me. I could only handle so many Zoom Happy Hours, FaceTime Hangouts, and Virtual Game Nights before feeling defeated.
Like many working parents, especially mothers, I also juggled working home full time and simultaneously managing virtual school. Meanwhile, as a first responder, my spouse continued about his life as if nothing has changed. The loneliness and resentment were real and starting to become unbearable. My depression started getting worse, the pounds started packing on, and I was miserable.
Enter my huge quarantine purchase of a Peloton bike.
Since March, I saw several of my friends posting on social media about their Pelotons and the excitement when it finally arrived. After weeks of going back and forth on whether or not it was prudent to spend that much cash on a bike that goes nowhere, I bit the bullet (follow me for more solid financial advice 😉 ).
At my best friend’s insistence, I placed an order in mid-June and wasn’t scheduled to receive my bike until mid-August. With that, I did what I always do when I’m excited about something – I researched it. All the research I did before purchasing emphasized the sense of community when riding.
In scrolling through Pinterest boards, random blogs, and Facebook posts, I discovered there’s a Peloton community for everyone. Honestly, I thought it was garbage hokey stuff that I was clearly too cool for. I already have my internet friends who live in my phone from when I was using the knot to plan my wedding.
And then I found BGM (Black Girl Magic): Peloton Edition. It was the first peloton community I joined, and I’m so glad I did.
I lurked for a while before posting. As a biracial woman, I have struggled to find my place in the Black community. The more I read, the more I wanted to belong. I was in awe of this positive community. It’s not all rainbows and butterflies, but the support is unwavering.
One member’s house burned down, and the group mobilized to provide her with anything she needed. Another member was about to have major surgery, and she asked for prayers – within minutes, a virtual prayer circle was scheduled.
About a week before my bike came, I got brave enough to post, and within an hour, I had over 100 people following me on the app.
On the day my bike arrived, I posted I would take my first ride, and I rode with no less than 15 other Black Queens. On this ride, I met my Peloton Ride or Die, and we ride together every day at the buttcrack of dawn.
While I have a core group I consistently ride with, share my life with, and cheer on, I love reading and interacting with the posts every day. I’m excited to see pictures of my BGM nieces and nephews, laughing at the mishaps of the day, lamenting the state of the world, and participating in fellowship on and off the bike.
That’s when I realized something amazing.
This was the first time I’ve felt fully embraced and welcomed with open arms by a large community of Black women.
I reflect on why this is, and I realize that I am less self-conscious about being “Black” enough behind a screen or on a ride. I have learned that I am enough, and the percentage of my Blackness doesn’t make me any less welcome.