I was at the gym, minding my own business.
All laced up in my brand new trainers, I had begun to jog on the treadmill, humming to myself and feeling pretty proud that I had come to the gym completely of my own volition. Usually it takes a little cajoling to get my out of my house and into my trainers, but I was actually excited to be on that treadmill, doing my own thing.
Anyway, I was just getting into a groove (9 km/h, 3% incline) when a trainer came over. I tried to look at him, but I was concerned that if I turned my head I might fall off the treadmill (this has happened to me before), so a glanced awkwardly at him.
“Have you ever tried a spin class?”
“Uhhh, no, sorry.”
“Do you want to try a free spin class?”
“Ummm, I don’t know…I mean…”
“Just come try it,” he said, pressing STOP on the treadmill, so my jog came to an abrupt halt.
I was pretty certain that I’d hate spin class, but I had also been pretty certain that I’d hate the treadmill, and there I was, so I figured I might as well give it a go.
Almost instantly, I regretted saying yes.
I hopped on the stationary bike and started peddling with enthusiasm, but the vigour of my peddling did not get the wheel spinning happily. It literally (yes, literally) felt as though I was cycling uphill with a load of bricks strapped to my back. I would later discover that is, in fact, the point of the exercise.
Ten minutes in and my sweat was dripping onto the handlebars. I noticed two of my fellow spinners deserting their bikes. I was tempted to follow. As the spin studio speakers pounded electronic gospel music (I know, right?), I felt my heart pounding, and my head started nodding forward.
“Twende, twende, peddle, peddle, peddle!” the instructor yelled at the remaining spinners. I caught sight of myself in the studio mirrors. I was panting, and I looked more than a little tired. I fixed myself with a steely gaze, and summoned what little determination I had left. “I am going to finish this class,” I muttered to myself…
The next thirty minutes were a blur. One I became accustomed to the pace of the class, I actually began to enjoy it. The music was kind of catchy, and I found my legs peddling in time. I was drenched in sweat, struggling for breath, and smiling ear-to-ear.
After and hour of spinning, I emerged exhausted and exhilarated. Once again, the gym had surprised me.
Spin class is not for the faint-hearted (literally), but if you’re up for a cardio challenge, it could just be the class for you.
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