So you've never taken a spin class. Well, it's forty some odd minutes of nonstop pedaling, uphill climbs, perplexing grip-adjustments, gear turns, 74-year-olds, hyperventilating, and a Pitbull track or twelve. (Congratulations, and welcome to fitness hell!) With beach season right around the corner, Jeff Vrabel takes us through the acid-trip fever dream that is the wandering mind of a spin class neophyte.
