Spinning Fever


Every Sunday morning I lead a spinning class at the local YMCA. Spinning is instructor-led studio cycling on stationary bikes with adrenaline-pumping music blaring in the background. It’s a great way to kick start my day with this energetic cardio workout.

I’m an avid cycle fit fan turned volunteer instructor. I have been leading a class for the last few years. For sixty energy packed minutes, I am transported to a make-believe world where the hills can be as steep as I want them to be as I coax the riders to stretch their physical capabilities, while the downward sprint is uninterrupted by traffic with only the finish line before us. It is an exercise where I test the group’s endurance as much as they challenge my ability to keep them motivated. I bellow encouragement, constantly reminding the riders about their posture and focusing them on their breathing. Anything to take away the attention from their tired bodies. Pushing and extracting another mile, another hill.

When I first decided to become a volunteer cycle fit instructor, I thought I would just have to spin away yelling out instructions. Fortunately for the cyclists, the YMCA mandated that I go through some courses before receiving my certification. Along with some essential technique training and CPR skills, I also learned how to put together “radio-friendly” music to inspire frenzied sprints and laboured climbs.

I marvel at the intensity of the spinners in my class. Their enthusiasm pushes me to work harder than I normally would.  This is a great love affair. I can name far less enjoyable ways to stay healthy.

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Sunday, August 14, 2011

Spinning Fever


Every Sunday morning I lead a spinning class at the local YMCA. Spinning is instructor-led studio cycling on stationary bikes with adrenaline-pumping music blaring in the background. It’s a great way to kick start my day with this energetic cardio workout.

I’m an avid cycle fit fan turned volunteer instructor. I have been leading a class for the last few years. For sixty energy packed minutes, I am transported to a make-believe world where the hills can be as steep as I want them to be as I coax the riders to stretch their physical capabilities, while the downward sprint is uninterrupted by traffic with only the finish line before us. It is an exercise where I test the group’s endurance as much as they challenge my ability to keep them motivated. I bellow encouragement, constantly reminding the riders about their posture and focusing them on their breathing. Anything to take away the attention from their tired bodies. Pushing and extracting another mile, another hill.

When I first decided to become a volunteer cycle fit instructor, I thought I would just have to spin away yelling out instructions. Fortunately for the cyclists, the YMCA mandated that I go through some courses before receiving my certification. Along with some essential technique training and CPR skills, I also learned how to put together “radio-friendly” music to inspire frenzied sprints and laboured climbs.

I marvel at the intensity of the spinners in my class. Their enthusiasm pushes me to work harder than I normally would.  This is a great love affair. I can name far less enjoyable ways to stay healthy.

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