The happy place

I was at spinning class today. From the outside, it seems to be a pointless activity, because the wheels do not propel the bike forward as one might expect, being as it is: fixed to the floor.

On a pedestal at the end of the room, there were two candles gently illuminating the room. Behind it, on a bike just like ours, facing the other way (like a mirror), sat the instructor; telling us what to do — like a preacher of fitness.

And there was awesome music blasting through the speaker system: Mel C, Iron Maiden and Linkin Park.

The bike doesn’t move — not in the physical realm. Instead the monotonous pedalling advances movement of the mind; drowning it and it’s whirlwind of thoughts in a cleansing flood of sweat to the beautiful voice of Mel C and the imaginary hills I climbed, because the instructor said there were some, and the only thought was of how tired I felt but yet at the same time: energised.

Having such a ”soft reset” of the mind, spending the excess energy is great.

Even though I don’t like bicycling very much.