As you live your day to day lifestyles, I am sure that you find yourselves wondering what a Korean fitness class may be like. You are in luck, for today I will describe to you my first encounter with a Korean spinning class.
Back in the day and in the little parts of Wooster, Ohio, I was an avid "spinner." For those of you who are unclear as to what this pastime consists of, it is essentially riding a stationary bicycle at an intense pace for a specified amount of time. I cannot clearly recall my method of thinking, but I loved to exercise in any form that I could. Spinning and kickboxing classes were my ultimate favorites. Since my university days, I have not tortured myself in such a fashion. My gym provides spinning for its members and well...I suppose "the curiosity killed the cat," for I wanted to find out how on earth they do it over here. God have mercy on my soul.
So I, a creature with orange hair and white skin who appears as though I have never gotten a kiss of sunlight, lurked into the room where spinning is conducted. Of course I do not speak the language so I just smiled and hopped on a two-wheeled devil. An array of souls filled up the class, low and behold, I was not the only foreigner. A small and very serious looking spinner man with a decorative rainbow tattoo on his leg shimmied his way onto a bike about two away from where I was stationed. The lights cut out, the multi-colored disco began to flash and 'oh shoot, here we go!' I thought.
The bass began to boom at an increasingly rapid pace and the lyrics were a complete mystery to me. All of a sudden, I had drawn the perfect parallel. My feet were peddling to the max but I felt as though I were at a rave club in the middle of an unknown (but still Asian) land. The words of the instructor befuddled me as well, but I can take a fitness class in any tongue because all you have to do is watch the limbs of fellow classmates. The weekend prior to this Monday evening, I attended a concert of one of my favorite electronic dj's of all time, Benny Benassi. From the concert, I still had a hot pink glow bracelet in my freezer at home. I really wish somebody would have let me know to bring it to the gym that night.
The instructor was a hoot and was certainly the star of the show on his bike elevated above the rest of us. He knew every word to every song and he had some serious swivel hips as he shook it to the beat without a bead of perspiration. I anticipated glitter, whistles and angel dust to flutter down from the disco ball. We just kept peddling and peddling and all of a sudden, the cool down was upon us. The class got off of the bikes and then the instructor had us doing stretches that I have only seen middle-aged, Korean men and women do. The first of these "Korean stretches" are to place both hands on the waist and move the waist in a circular motion. The second stretch is to hunker down in an almost-squat position and then bounce on the knee caps...to keep them limber or something perhaps. I really have no idea what either of these Korean stretches do, but try them sometime and let me know.
All in all, that was a hilarious Korean experience. That being said, I'm ready to mount the bike again next Monday night at 8 p.m.
Back in the day and in the little parts of Wooster, Ohio, I was an avid "spinner." For those of you who are unclear as to what this pastime consists of, it is essentially riding a stationary bicycle at an intense pace for a specified amount of time. I cannot clearly recall my method of thinking, but I loved to exercise in any form that I could. Spinning and kickboxing classes were my ultimate favorites. Since my university days, I have not tortured myself in such a fashion. My gym provides spinning for its members and well...I suppose "the curiosity killed the cat," for I wanted to find out how on earth they do it over here. God have mercy on my soul.
So I, a creature with orange hair and white skin who appears as though I have never gotten a kiss of sunlight, lurked into the room where spinning is conducted. Of course I do not speak the language so I just smiled and hopped on a two-wheeled devil. An array of souls filled up the class, low and behold, I was not the only foreigner. A small and very serious looking spinner man with a decorative rainbow tattoo on his leg shimmied his way onto a bike about two away from where I was stationed. The lights cut out, the multi-colored disco began to flash and 'oh shoot, here we go!' I thought.
The bass began to boom at an increasingly rapid pace and the lyrics were a complete mystery to me. All of a sudden, I had drawn the perfect parallel. My feet were peddling to the max but I felt as though I were at a rave club in the middle of an unknown (but still Asian) land. The words of the instructor befuddled me as well, but I can take a fitness class in any tongue because all you have to do is watch the limbs of fellow classmates. The weekend prior to this Monday evening, I attended a concert of one of my favorite electronic dj's of all time, Benny Benassi. From the concert, I still had a hot pink glow bracelet in my freezer at home. I really wish somebody would have let me know to bring it to the gym that night.
The instructor was a hoot and was certainly the star of the show on his bike elevated above the rest of us. He knew every word to every song and he had some serious swivel hips as he shook it to the beat without a bead of perspiration. I anticipated glitter, whistles and angel dust to flutter down from the disco ball. We just kept peddling and peddling and all of a sudden, the cool down was upon us. The class got off of the bikes and then the instructor had us doing stretches that I have only seen middle-aged, Korean men and women do. The first of these "Korean stretches" are to place both hands on the waist and move the waist in a circular motion. The second stretch is to hunker down in an almost-squat position and then bounce on the knee caps...to keep them limber or something perhaps. I really have no idea what either of these Korean stretches do, but try them sometime and let me know.
All in all, that was a hilarious Korean experience. That being said, I'm ready to mount the bike again next Monday night at 8 p.m.
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