Lifestyle: Deeversions – Spinning
Our Dee’s been looking for a brand new diversion to keep her going during the week’s drudgery, so we sent her to a series of keep-fit and active living classes so she could
warn everyone about the horrors of an active lifestyle choose what worked best for her. This week, Dee’s diversion involves cycling for miles without getting anywhere. Productive!
Cork-based Dee attended the 8pm Spinning class at Sweat Fitness on the Victoria Road.
Spinning was the deeversion I was dreading the most. Don’t get me wrong, going for a bike ride is lovely, but spinning always seemed torturous to me. Gathering what has turned out to my exercise outfit, I headed off to Sweat Fitness with an old work friend Kim, who, for some reason, was enthusiastic.
It’s a very short walk from the city centre, ten minutes max, maybe a little more if your footsteps are, as mine were, weighted with fear. After we checked in, we were guided to the ladies changing room (the staff are SO nice to first-timers!) and did all the essentials, tied up the hair, grabbed water bottles and towel and sheepishly headed for the last studio on the left.
The bikes look so damn daunting when you first walk in. The instinct is to head to the back of the room so that no one behind you can observe your arse wobbling and your back sweat. Alas, we were too slow with this idea, so there were people spinning right behind me. Which I was very aware of. For the whole class.
A few minutes later the instructor, Fiona, bounced in the room full of energy, and began helping people set up their bikes, adjusting the height, stuff like that. While Fiona was helping individuals, it gave the rest of the class a few minutes to pedal away at our own pace and pretend we were cycling through a park.
But then the class started. Fiona went through the screen on the bike, telling us what our RPM and watts should be and how to change the gears. There were two flat screen TVs at the front of the room on which she put visuals of a P.O.V of cycling. It was quite comforting to watch, in fact.
Then we had to shift the gears up, keep our RPM between certain levels, cycle like we were going uphill, do 40-second sprints, cycle standing… and it was HARD. Fiona kept shouting encouraging things through her headset microphone (very fancy) like. In all fairness to her, she did give us decent breaks of taking the gears down to the lowest level so we could get our breath back and take in some much needed water. After the class we had a little cool down and Fiona guided us through a few stretches. I walked out of the class with Kim on jelly legs, convinced I would be bed-bound the next day. Turned out I actually wasn’t that sore, although my arse-bone knows what it was put through.
Tell you what, though, I am so relieved that I went to a beginner’s spinning class for I think if I braved a standard class, I would not be here today. Spinning is certainly a class that would keep you fit. According to my screen at the end of the class, I had traveled just over 15km and burned 286 calories. It only cost 6 yoyos for drop-ins (the cheapest class so far) and if I could have a figure like Fiona’s at the end of it, well, how bad?