Spin class - So THAT’s What It’s About!
So to get my daughter some decent swimming lessons, I joined the local gym last week. Under my membership, she gets access to the pool (nice - 25m), and some pretty good teachers. But it’d be a shame if I didn’t take advantage of the facilities, wouldn’t it?
So this morning at 6:45 I found myself sitting on a bike with only one wheel. And no stearing. Or brakes. Worse still, in a room full of people, some of whom seemed pretty fit - and not in the pfwaaaar! sense of the word - more the “If this was a real bike, keeping up with these guys would probably kill me” sense.
Welcome to the world of the Spin Class. I’ll not go into the detail of what happened, except to say that after 45 minutes, I was drenched in sweat, had thighs that felt like over-cooked spaghetti, and had gone through most of my 650ml of my personal funky rehydration mix (dash of ginger cordial, 150ml grapefruit juice, 150ml pineapple juice, top up with water, and add a little salt - just enough so that you can taste it).
After a shower, and a drive to today’s client, I still felt pretty wierd. Even a couple of bananas and a bowl of porridge didn’t seem to make much of a dent in that heady mix of fuel burn and endorphin release.
Today’s session was all in the seat (no standing allowed), while for next Tuesday, we go again with the seats removed from the ‘bikes’ - all standing, and no chance of a rest.