24/7 spininng classes via an endless stream of Cyberobics, in fabulous locations, from Malibu through Las Vegas to Miami. That’s the allure of McFit, my fitness studio of choice. But while human-led spinning classes elsewhere are bursting with people, I’m usually sweating in this dark room on my own.
Strava is transitioning, from one-of-many sports apps into the world’s first, proper social network for athletes. I find that very welcome, but the way they’re trying to get there—by inviting random content, marketed as Athlete Posts—is just copying what every other social network does already. It won’t help them build a feasible product.
I must be looking silly in spinning classes. The music’s better than at most dance parties, I’m pedaling in sync with the beat, and the effort releases a heady endorphin rush. Can’t help but bang my head and swing my hips when a particularly good song reaches its chorus.
I can’t figure this one out. Did this big and vibrant community of road cyclists in Warsaw just pop up and mushroom in the last three years, or was it always there, of which I had no idea until I became a part of it?