This was the Valentine's Day edition of the three hour spin class. I wore my pink striped cycling shorts for the occasion. Rob wore his red cycling jersey. Cubby made cookies. I did not throw up or pass out. It didn't suck.
Music:
Love Doctor- It's not how good I make it, it's how I make it good.
Oh Isaac Hayes, if only you weren't a crazy scientologist.
I'm in loooooooooooove, I'm in loooooooooooove, I'm in looooooooooooove.
Donna Summer, you know I love disco.
Looooooooove shack! Tin Roof, rusted!
Spin class kareoke.
A few new treats for this class:
Power intervals.
30 seconds of all out sprinting as hard as you can as intense as you can. You know you're doing it right when your legs are on fire and you feel nauseous.
The rest of the time is spent recovering.
Monkey in the Middle
First song- steady work pace, second song- push it hard, third song- steady work pace.
And to keep us all entertained: logic problems. The class never did figure out what happened to Romeo and Juliet.
Taking today off so I can stop walking like a human Barbie doll what with my calves being so knotted.
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Three hours spinning? Omg, that seems unnecessarily painful. And with love music to boot? Yikes - that combo will make you hardcore.
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