Spin class at Chislehurst is a spectacle. The instructor shouts motivational phrases like “Pedal into your power!” It sounds silly. But you will actually pedal harder.
Then there’s Yoga Flow. One guy always wears a tiger-print leotard. He owns it. The rest of us try not to laugh during downward dog. It’s impossible. Pure joy.
And don’t get me started on Body Pump. It’s essentially controlled chaos. Lots of rhythmic grunting. And the sound of clanging weights like a construction site. It’s therapeutic.
