I forced myself to go to an afternoon spin class today after work, and was definitely in it with the workout crowd. (I’ve usually gone in the mornings, with my buddy Denise, and the 6:15 AM spinners tend toward the serious cyclist.) There seems something somewhat perverse to me in imitating riding a bicycle in an enclosed room with a bunch of other people, no scenery to look at, fake hills called out by an instructor. Then again, there was some amazing symbiosis with my body on the bike and “Groove is in the Heart.”
On my way home, though, I was reminded why so many people prefer bikes in rooms and bikes in basements over bikes on the street when a car blatantly blew through a yield sign right in front of me. Meh.