Like Sisyphus, I am bound to hell.
--Sad Cat Diary
The "goth" spin class was not so much different from Soul Cycle. There was no suicidal girl at the front, no symphonic metal, no industrial music...just pop and rap. They turned off the lights for a bit. I think that's their thing. Also, there was none of this gay-ass bouncing up and down with your bodies, so I guess that should be a major bonus. There was still standing up, but at least no bouncing around or workout bullshit. The guy at the front told us to close our eyes on more than one occasion, though, so all in all I think Monster Cycle rates in there as Slightly Less Gay than Soul Cycle.
At one point they were showing a music video involving a motorcycle. I had a sudden, incredibly strong urge to be on top of a 2 cylinder racing along some lonely, unbelievably straight rode in the middle of the country.
But I was on a fake bicycle, which reminds me: at Monster you don't have to wear those stupid ass clip ins, however after doing a class without them, I suddenly understand why they are used: these fake bikes are basically fixed gears. It is my guess that the tension knob actually just controls a clutch somewhere between the pedals and a very heavy flywheel, because once you get some momentum you can't just stop--a move I am accustomed to doing when riding off the seat, and one that nearly made me fall off my bike more than once.
There were a shit ton of girls there, and about 3 guys. So I guess I'm gonna start doing this all the time now. It beats running on a treadmill while watching re-runs of Everybody Loves Raymond. Although with the treadmill I can control my workout more and experiment with intervals. Apparently what I do is called HIIT. Or something. Whatever.
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