"Monique Y. Herman" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:I need to do something to keep myself in some sort of non-round shape during these short winter
weekdays. Turns out my local YMCA has one-hour spinning classes at convenient after-work times.
Do you usually wear the cycling-type butt-padded spandex, or just regular shorts? What sorts of
shoes are worn? Etc etc what should I bring so that I'm relatively happy during my first session?
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monique
I'm attaching an excerpt from the Diary of Frankie Andreu on spin class. He is a former USPS rider
and helped Lance Armstrong in a couple Tour De France tours.
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01/25/00
I don't know if it helped but it couldn't have hurt. I wasn't nervous, as I am sometimes heading
into training camp in California. I know my winter work was enough to keep up, but the question was
would it be enough to do something in the early races.
There was one thing I did that had better have helped because it was hard as hell. During the
holidays, when the weather was bad, I went to my health club and jumped into one of those Spin
classes. Our class had the Reebok bikes, which were great, because they had clipless pedals on one
side of the pedals. When I went the first time I didn't know this and I did the class in my tennis
shoes while everyone around me was using their mountain-bike shoes. The next time I changed my
shoes, draped my towel over the handlebars like everyone else does, and hunkered down for a good
workout. I couldn't believe how hard it was; the instructor was killing me!
I know the best thing about the Spin classes are that they're made for everyone, you can go as hard
or as easy as you want. You adjust the friction on the machine depending on how hard you feel like
going. I decided I would follow the instructions of the teacher. When she said one click down, I
made it harder. It was amazing how much she kept saying, "OK, now just one more click to finish it
off." I thought I had the brake on it felt so hard. This was while she was up front chit-chatting
with the group. I could barely catch my breath while she was chirping, ".and one, and two, and
three, a little longer now."
After three classes of this torture I finally decided to watch the instructor instead of watching my
bike. When she was telling us to go seven clicks down to start the mountain I was trying to peer
underneath her towel to see if she was actually going seven clicks down. It was hard to see
underneath that damn towel, but I saw what she was doing. She would go down three or four then back
it up two, then down two, and back it up three. You know what that meant--she was cheating. Maybe
not cheating but at least I felt better now.
Either way it was a great sweat and the fastest hour to pass that I've ever done on a turbo. In
those terms I can't complain. At least at camp I don't have to peer under any towels to see what
gear everyone is using. I'll know straight away why I'm suffering when Lance is going up the
mountains in the big ring."