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.
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.