One of the classes I took recently would have been
fun to do with my mom.
The music was from the 50s.
But it was a spin class.
I loved it!
It was only 30 minutes – TOTALLY doable, and yet still
difficult. The atmosphere was TOTALLY
different from the intense techo scene with grunting giants clenching their
teeth and flicking their forehead sweat on your handlebars, outclassing your
ability to up resistance and keep up with the robo-machine instructor who’s
YELLING at you to CLIMB, gosh darn it, CLIMB!!! - -
Oh, can you tell I have NOT enjoyed spin classes in
the past?
In fact it is hard to meet someone who does. During my intakes, I ask what my clients
enjoy and what they do not. Quite a few
have tried a spin class and nearly all say – and I paraphrase liberally here -
“It’s for the birds.”
Now, to avoid coloring their view, I keep quiet and
just take note that their plans will NOT involve spin, but inside I am
thinking, “For real. That scene needs a
makeover.”
Well, at least for some people. I know it is very popular… in
California. I appreciate that. I appreciate them, out there. Out there.
I also know I have NEVER, not once, had the urge to
become a spin instructor.
Still, I had to stop and think…. If it were me, teaching, would I have
reworked it to include 50s music?
I honestly
don’t know that that idea would have popped into my head; however, I will tell
you that it was the oddest feeling: while I was biking, I felt like I had on a
poodle skirt headed for the ice cream parlour (yes, with a “u”!).
It was a blast!
YES! To the ice cream parlour we
go! Why did I not blend exercise with
ice cream earlier? Wait, don’t answer
that.
Totally going back to this class. And for the record, it USED to be called
Silver Spin, because it was a modified spin class for the older crowd.
Now they just call it Spin 101. Which I could do, because attending made me feel
smart… rather than halfway to 72.
