Yes, it’s true I can’t dance to save my life. But I can feel the beat when I’m spinning and match the cadence of the songs my trainer blasts during the hour of crazy cycling. Hills, sprints, you name it. I love how the distractions inside my head completely quiet, allowing me to just focus on matching my spin stride to the beat of the bass. Shifting my resistance accordingly, always pushing myself more than the trainer demands. I’m just bursting with energy. Sweat-drenched is the only way.  Lovely, eh? Feels so darn detoxifing!The thing about spinning, like yoga, there is so much importance on keeping your breath. Deep inhale, deep exhale. All through the spin, no matter how fast your legs are pushing, that breath keeps you solid. Photo credit: http://www.harpersbazaar.com/bazaar-blog/

Yes, it’s true I can’t dance to save my life. But I can feel the beat when I’m spinning and match the cadence of the songs my trainer blasts during the hour of crazy cycling. Hills, sprints, you name it. I love how the distractions inside my head completely quiet, allowing me to just focus on matching my spin stride to the beat of the bass. Shifting my resistance accordingly, always pushing myself more than the trainer demands. I’m just bursting with energy. Sweat-drenched is the only way.  Lovely, eh? Feels so darn detoxifing!

The thing about spinning, like yoga, there is so much importance on keeping your breath. Deep inhale, deep exhale. All through the spin, no matter how fast your legs are pushing, that breath keeps you solid.



Photo credit: http://www.harpersbazaar.com/bazaar-blog/