Bikram: Yoga done in a really, really hot room
Spinning: Indoor exercise class, involving stationary bike with control panel similar to one found in NASA style equipment, very loud music and overly enthusiastic instructor
Bikram Spinning: Spin class done in small room with no air conditioning
I went to a Bikram spin class yesterday. Not intentionally, I may add. I’d signed up (because you need to sign up in advance to exercise- you can’t just show up with sneakers and a can-do attitude) and when I got to the gym, I found out the air conditioning in the spin room was totally busted. A 20×20 room, with no openable windows, and 25 bikes. Oh, and 25 people. The temperature in the room was 85 degrees. No lie. Not exaggerating. I’d have taken a picture if my phone screen wasn’t fogged up.
I knew the room was this hot. 25 people knew the room was this hot. Yet we all stayed. And only 1 person was getting paid. The rest of us were paying for this privilege.
So why did I stay?
Am I a masochist? (those of you that know me are not allowed to say yes to this. I’m making a point, sort of)
No. I am not a masochist. I actually like to go to the gym. I get pleasure from working out, and honestly, if I don’t do some sort of physical activity every day I don’t feel right. And trust me, I am not a palestrato (Italian word for someone with overly toned body, and absolute devotion to gym workouts) I am miles away from overly toned, and my body type is more curvy than straight. I lead a balanced life. I spend about an hour a day doing formal exercise. My gym workouts aren’t about achieving an ideal physique. They are about being healthy- both my body and my mind. (And yes, I admit, I knew I was going to eat popcorn and pizza later that evening- so it was sort of balancing out the scales of healthy/not so healthy.)
But here’s the thing. My hour a day at the gym is about the only time I am singularly focused on one thing. It’s almost a form of meditation. All I’m thinking about is pedaling, lifting, or moving my feet and arms. I’m not thinking about my to do list. I’m not obsessing about tiny details. I’m not worrying about family or friends or the state of the world- I’m as close to a blank slate as possible. And I need this- I need a blank slate.
So for 45 minutes yesterday, I worked through the sweat (anyone who tells you that women don’t sweat but glow is an idiot) I cursed out the instructor when she told us to turn it up (meaning increase the resistance- as if you’re going uphill). I drank more water that I thought possible. For the first time in my life, my hands kept slipping down on the handlebars- no towel could help. But all I thought about was pedaling, breathing, working though it. Nothing else. Blank slate.
By the end of class, the temperature in the room was 87 degrees- there wasn’t a dry body in the room. We looked at each other- survivors- warriors. and I looked at the control panel of my bike: CALORIES BURNED- 32. Good thing I exercise for my mind.