I've seen people do jumping jacks in Cincinnati's Eden Park. There's no better way to look like a gold-chain-loving red velour-jumpsuit-wearing doofus than to do jumping jacks in public. As they say on the SNL skit, “Oooh Weee! What Up Wit Dat?” Even though you may not have a penchant for white high-top Adidas and perms, some people who wear chamois and have SPD compatible shoes are putting spinning at risk of a border war with real cycling. A line must be drawn.
No longer can I hold it in. Like the classic jams I hear in spin class, I'm calling you out...Spin Class Heroes:
The Devil went down to Georgia, but she got side tracked adjusting the straps on the toe clips every 2 minutes. Then she went to fill up her water bottle, right after she stopped to adjust her pony tail band. Right when you think she's going to settle in for the next 3 minute interval, with remarkable dexterity, because she doesn't want to have to re-do her toe straps for the fifth time, she reaches down for her phone on top of her backpack and twiddles a text. Nothing can hold her concentration. She's not even in spin class. Her Facebook status already reads, "1 hour spin done, off to Nordstrom!