There is nothing like taking a spin class in Korea. Nothing. It’s a cross between biking, disco dancing, and the 4th circle of hell. Much like I imagine women do with childbirth, I keep forgetting how terribly painful it is, so I keep going back. Mainly because I can’t think of a good excuse not to.
*It’s worth noting that much like every building in Korea, air conditioning and heating are used minimally. It’s actually hotter inside the gym than in actual nature. Gross.
The 12 Stages of a Korean Spin Class: A Cautious Endorsement
Stage 1: Tepid excitement: Regular lights off, spinning disco lights on, door to the tiny jam-packed spinning room closed, causing sweating to begin. Sidenote: Today my spin instructor turned on the strobe lights, which was fun until I almost had a seizure and fell off the bike.
Stage 2: Smugness. No matter how ridiculous you look, you will always be a better dancer than the moms and dads in this room. And if not better, then at least, you know, younger. Also, you know the songs.
Stage 3: Overheating.
Stage 4: Overwhelming regret. It’s been 15 minutes. TOTAL.
Stage 5: Bargaining silently with the instructor to: 1) go easy on you 2) unexpectedly stop the class after 5 minutes 3) actually kill you
Stage 6: Irrational anger. Thissucks, thissucks, thissucks, thissucks. Bonus: Most of my instructors make let us yell to keep up general enthusiasm and momentum. What they don’t know is that I’m just screaming the name of whichever student pissed me off the most today. I would bet money that my coworkers could name the top 3.
Stage 7: Envy. Why is my androgynous spin instructor in such bangin’ shape? Do I have heat stroke or is she getting way hotter? Also, we have the same haircut. Also, her English name is Gun. GUN.
Stage 8: Daydreaming, which helps block out the excruciating pain in your thighs and ass. I like to mentally run through my fall shopping wish-list. (polka-dot skinnies? Don’t mind if I do!) If I get really bored, I make lesson plans.
Stage 9: Evaporation. My eyelashes are sweating. It was a poor choice not to bring water – in that it could result in my actual death.
Stage 10: Party rock! Heat stroke be damned, I love K-pop and I love dancing. And I look good. This is also the point where I convince myself that I’ve lost at least 6 pounds so far.
Stage 11: Awkward stretching while on a bike. The main goal is not to slip off.
Stage 12: Avoid the 40 naked old Korean women in the locker room. Crawl home. Attempt to drink Vitamin Water, but instead pour it all over your face. Lie on floor and will your body to clean itself. Weep.
*Tonight we full-on recreated the dance moves from Gangnam Style (recent internet sensation and the story of my life). Gun knew all the words.