A couple of weeks ago, I read about Essie’s newest nail polish line “yogaga,” which is inspired by yoga and workouts in general. The whole thing seemed kinda silly to me — a gimmick at best, major commercialization of yoga at worst — but I didn’t think much of it.
A week or two later, I was shopping at Target and paused to check out the colors in the new Essie line, where I noticed a gorgeous brick red polish. It reminded me of one of my very first nail polish colors (Revlon Toast of New York circa 1994) and I was instantly in love. The color was called “Spinning Again.”
A perfect shade for me and a perfect name. I love spin classes. Well, correction: I used to love spin classes. I went to as many classes a week as I could, I tried all the new group cycling class gimmicks, I taught classes, and I had my own spin bike at home so I could do it whenever I wanted. But over past year or so, things had changed. After moving to Houston, I just hadn’t fallen in love with any spin classes in my new city. Instead, I had fallen in love with yoga, and once I made that my main workout, my spin bike sat neglected. The four yoga classes I took each week left me sweaty, exhausted, and satisfied, and I just didn’t have room in my schedule for spin anymore. The bike in my workout room hadn’t quite become a clothing rack yet, but it was getting close.
I bought the nail polish for the fabulous color (which I liked even more on) but the name too, and the name was what stayed on my mind. It made me think about how spinning used to be a huge part of my identity and no longer was. I missed feeling like I could walk into any group cycling class and keep up. As much as I loved the calm, non-competitive tone of my yoga classes, I missed sprinting on my bike as the latest pop or rap song blasted, pushing me to make my legs, abs, and heart go to work.
So a couple days after giving myself a manicure with “Spinning Again,” I started spinning again. My bike seemed surprised to see me, but it welcomed me. I climbed on, cranked up a months-old playlist, and gave it my all, enjoying the way my new manicure looked as I gripped the handlebars.
I have already said that sometimes I wear makeup to the gym, but I’ve never thought of my beauty products as particularly motivating. My workout clothes? Sure. But my makeup? Nah. But motivation comes in funny places, and lately, as I’ve been making time in my life again for spin (by doing it for 30 minutes and then following it up with a 30 minute yoga podcast) I have to give my nail polish some of the credit.