I’m not really qualified to love spin class yet because I’ve only been to one in the past ten years. Over ten years ago I was on a spin kick and took classes at the Y a few days a week. But that was more for exercise. I liked the exercise, but it wasn’t love. That was before spin was as popular as it is now, at least in my neighborhood.
Now Y patrons beat each other over the heads with water bottles while trying to score a bike. Spin at the Y is a competitive game, and not so fun.
A couple of weeks ago I hit a spin class with a friend. At a spin studio with really loud music, clean towels and a disco ball. It beat the Y by a million.
And while the amenities are nice, it’s the experience that, I suspect, will keep me coming back. The check-your-brain-at-the-door, do what I tell you to do, and I’ll even pick the music for you experience.
Forty-five minutes without making a single decision. The workout is just a bonus.
I’m heading there this morning, after a game of Brush Your Teeth, Brush Your Teeth, Brush Your Teeth.
Maybe it’s love. Maybe it’s just a crush.
If I ever buy the shoes, I’ll know for sure.