Man. I've never ridden in an organized spin-class at
the gym before. But Tuesday it was cold and rainy, so I
couldn't ride outside, and when I got to the gym it was
just in time for a class to start, so I thought, what the
hell, let's see how boring this could be.
Holy exothermic activity, Batman! That woman ran us up
one hill and down the other for a solid hour.
Of course, it's semi-self-paced; I had total control of
the resistance level. And the lady next to me indicated
my ride might be a little maladjusted so it "goes up high
pretty fast". When the instructor was calling out levels
(50, 60, 70%, etc) I may have been 10-20% over. Maybe.
So while I (barely) kept up on cadence through the surges,
sprints, and two-minute standing grinds, maybe I was
actually doing more work than I was supposed to.
Good side: the instructor complimented my form after
the class; no bouncing, no bobbing, nice and supple;
she pegged me for a cyclist come in from the cold, but
she was still surprised when I said I'd never ridden in
a spin class before.
I also realized I'd never seen myself riding in a mirror
before, either. I'm way bulkier on the bike than I thought.
--Blair
"I'll have to do that again some time."