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?