This is what it’s about. This is why it matters. (VIC)

I’m going to keep it simple today. And yet deeply important.

I’m writing to every one of the 124 people who showed up today, and to the dozens others who’ve shown up in the past 5 months. I’m writing to every single person who might read this and wonder, “Should I?” I’m writing to everyone who dismisses it, disparages it as a cult, or otherwise wonders what the hell all the fuss is about.

To you, let me tell you first what it’s not about.

It’s not about the music.
It’s not about the bounce.
It’s not about about the Fuckyeahs.
It’s not about the (many) moments of being completely out of breath.
It’s not about the #grassrootsgear.
It’s not about the hill sprints, push-ups, mountain climbers, and squat jumps.
It’s definitely not about the burpees.
It’s not about the screaming, cheering and chest-beating.
It’s not about shit-talking about being the best and leveraging every possible means to grow this group of people.

It’s about Taylor Lundy.
It’s about every one of the many people who have felt and feel how Taylor felt and feels.
It’s about everyone who hasn’t yet spoken up the way Taylor did today.
It’s about every. single. one. of the people in this beautiful Victorious family that shows up at 6:29 every Wednesday, bringing light into the darkness, even if they don’t realize it.

Because that’s what it’s about. It’s about this community. It’s about how we support each other. What we share. What we enable. Why we’re hell bent on continuing to grow and deepen our relationships with these goals, with this fitness, with this community.

Because it’s about what the bounce, the hugs and the Fuckyeahs create. They create moments like Taylor reaching out today to write: “Immense gratitude… @nov_project_vic has helped me more than you know!”

Taylor, who with such fierce bravery wrote elsewhere these words below, and the rest that are here: (Please click through and read this, with gratitude to Taylor.)

Taylor, and the other 123 people who this morning were loved. Who were not alone. Who experienced the transformative power of movement and community. Who, yes, as aggrandized as it may sound, made the world a better place by sweating for 60 minutes.

That’s what it’s about. That’s why it matters.


Many people don’t understand the depths of depression and treat it like a weakness, rather than the debilitating disease it is. Depression is not something to be ashamed of. It’s not your fault. Know that if you are struggling, you have so much more strength than you think. You are loved. You are not alone. And things will get better, I can promise you that. I’ve been to hell and back several times, and have had thoughts that I would not wish upon anyone, yet I’ve come back. Every single time. If I can, you can.


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