I’ve always wanted to take a spin class, but it is very intimidating. Take a look at the photo, that’s how spin class looks.
If you are a beginner like me, it looks like everyone is a major athlete.
I mean… I know how to ride a bike, but this is different. This is hard core, it’s not like Dorothy riding her bike with Toto in a flower basket.
This weekend though, I went to my daughter’s spin class. Since she is the instructor, she told me to come early. She’d set me up.
Set me up she did. She adjusted my seat for me, gave me some water, explained the gears and got me one of those wrist bands that tracks how you’re doing. YOU KNOW, the dreaded wrist band that shows your name up on the TV screen, so everyone can see how you/they are doing. I tried to resist putting it on, but my daughter held it out — she gave me a look of “just put the darn thing on.”
Actually, it wasn’t too bad. During our training session, I wasn’t always the slowest ranking biker. We did a lot of hills, my knees and thighs were burning.
After class, she told me that I wasn’t doing Position 2 properly. I guess I was supposed to be straighter with my legs, not have them bent. That explains why my knees were hurting. Perfect form is critical.
Overall it was good. Do I want to do that again?
Hum… I think I prefer dance class.