In 2002 I went to my one and only Spinning class. I'd just done my 9 day solo LEJoG and thought I'd show this bunch of Gym-Monkeys what real cycling was.
It was a only 45 minute class, I thought, like geraldc, I'd start off at a decent level of resistance.
Needless to say the had to get me home by mopping me off the floor and wringing me into a bucket.
My heart rate has only just returned to normal, safe levels.
I have started attending classes again, only 7 times this year but 3 times this month and I'll probably try to go once a fortnight at least during the bad weather.
Verdict, it's just so tough, really tough and the fact that a class of non-cyclists find it so easy makes it tougher as I try to keep up with them.
Tonight the instructor decided that, as a treat, the lesson would be an hour rather than 45 minutes (she seems to know everyone in the class really well, asking them how they enjoyed their holiday and so on). AN EXTRA 15 MINUTES? Please God, no.
After the final track (7 minutes of Ibiza rave, while we all "hill-climbed" out of the saddle, slowly adding resistance whilst keeping in time to the beat) I was as near to total exhaustion as I've ever been on a bike. While the others politely wiped down their bike I was on my knees mopping the floor around my bike (I'm sure the wooden floor will warp overnight)
When I got home (the only person to cycle to/from of course) I threw my cycle top into the bath with a THUD! (it weighed about 5Lbs).
I feel pretty good for it now though, 2 hours later, and I think I enjoyed the experience (I must do, I keep going back for more) but I'm sure that, when I die, it will be at Spin Class, to the sound track of an Ibiza rave and an instructor shouting "another quarter turn of resistance".