Spinning- Not just for bitch asses anymore
I haven’t used the term ‘bitch ass’ in a long time; I might bring it back.
I have had the pleasure of being brutally beat down twice a week for the past several weeks.
It all started when my buddy, who also enjoys MTB, told me that spinning was actually a good work out and I should try. I called him a bitch then laughed and asked if he was hosting a Pampered Chef party next week. He dared to come along for the next class.
What I found was surprising.
An hour of intense cardio with intervals of grueling anaerobic activity coupled with blacklight, rage-club-techno mix jarring the mind and soul. It’s an experience as much as a workout.
Make no mistake, I’m fit (just ask me) but spin class sends me into waves of nausea, head spins and seemingly heart arrhythmia: everything I look for in a good workout.
The sadomasochistic spin instructor seems to find pleasure in the sweat that puddles around the bike and the dizzy middle aged moms who run for the door in mid class. She calls us out to raise our difficulty level while breathing regularly and dancing to the music; she doubles our effort without thinking twice.
For anyone looking to balance lifting and running with a no impact heart blasting, sweat fest try spinning. It will go perfect with the More and Less Diet.
Even if you are a bitch ass.