Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Never a Dull Moment

I love the indoor cycling (spin) classes at my gym, Xsport.  The teachers are energetic and work you hard.  There is never a dull moment in class.  And most of the time it's not because of the actual class, it's the wacky interactions of the people in class.

Picture a fairly compact room, filled with 35-40 bikes.  The lights are out, music blaring.  Everyone is is sweating and working hard.  I love it. 



But because the room is small and everyone is sweating, it gets really hot in there.  I swear there is no circulation in that room and about 1-2 songs into class, I need to turn the fan on.  At the back of the room on either side are 2 large fans.  I sit in the back near the fan because I get so hot and I want to be near the air.  There are others who have very strong opinions about the fans.

I mentioned in a previous blog about a woman that I have named Fan Girl.  Fan girl comes to the Saturday morning class and she is pretty obnoxious.  She is VERY vocal about her distaste for having the fan on.  Anytime someone puts it on, she makes a comment like "Great, the 747 is about to land" or "Really, it's not that warm in here." She sits up front, away from the fan, so I don't really know why it's such an issue.  Yes the fan is loud, but the music is louder so you don't really notice it.  But EVERYTIME the fan goes on, it's a whole diatribe about the fan. 

This last Thursday, I had another non-fan loving incident.  Another lady who comes every week was on the bike next to me, at she'll tell me if she's ready for the fan if I haven't turned it on yet. (I can reach from my bike to hit the on button).  I asked if she was ready and I turned it on.  She starts laughing and says, oh no, somebody is really cold.  I look over and a lady several bikes over has a hooded sweatshirt on--zipped all the way up and she has the hood on.  Umm, really?  It's like in the 80's in the room.   Ok, whatever, I don't care.  But what I do care about is the glaring, nasty looks she is giving me.  What the what???  Someone needs to work harder and get a sweat going if you are that cold!  After the end of that song, she jumps off her bikes, goes to the other side of the room and gets on a bike over there, where she proceeds to send me icy looks (She had a better angle from there--yikes!).  But I welcomed the icy stares because I was still hot!  Thanks for the cool down honey!  She kept her hood on the whole time and a lot of the class, she had her arms crossed on her chest.  Anyone who has been to indoor cycling, you know that is not one of the positions you cycle in. 

Last Saturday was an interesting class also.  It was total chaos in there because there were about 7 new people, who didn't know how to set up there bike or how to spin.  I felt bad for the teacher as she is running around trying to get latecomers set up, as class should be starting. Even though she explained to everyone how you should be positioned when standing, no one could get it and she had to keep jumping off her bike to try to assist.  She was worried people would get injured.  I truly thought the lady in front of me was  going to get injured.  She couldn't get the concept that your butt has to be back over the seat when you are climbing, like you are on a hill.  When the teacher tried to get her to do so, she would take her feet out of the cages and one leg would go flying off the pedals, while the other one is on it.  As you may know, the wheels are weighted, so I was waiting for her leg to get pulled out of the socket.  It was a crazy sight.  My teacher didn't even know what to do, so she basically told the lady not to stand--haha.  That will solve it!

Today we had a substitute cycling instructor.  Imagine Nicholas Cage circa Valley Girl.






This was our instructor (but more of a fake tan).  It was hilarious.  He worked us hard but I had to giggle every time he said, "come on, you should be breathing heavy, fer suuurre."  I am not lying.  He kept saying "fer suurrree" like a Valley Girl.  Ahhh, I miss the 80's.


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