Welcome to Spooky Spin, where your favourite Halloween characters come together to sweat it out on the bike and celebrate the day they look forward to all year long!
Sitting front row centre – of course – we find the cheerleader. The keener. The arrive-at-the-studio-before-it-even-opens kind of gal. She's all in for tonight's class in her perfectly coordinated spandex outfit, striped athletic socks pulled up to just below the knees, hair meticulously fastened into pigtails and pom-poms safely stowed in one of the lobby lockers for a little post-class ra-ra session with her fellow riders. She lives for the race tracks, letting out an emphatic "Woo!" every time the motivator tells her to take a turn on the dial, leading into that glorious moment when the beat drops and she can showcase her try-hard attitude on those pedals for 30 to 60 seconds of unadulterated bliss. S-W-E-A-T-Y, you ain't got no alibi, you sweaty. You, you, you sweaty. Rock on, cheerleader. Rock on.
What other keen Halloween riders can we find in the front row? Why Superman of course! Mr. Kent and our cheerleader may have come to class together and there may be something else going on there, but we're not going to start any rumours. We don't want Lois Lane getting jealous. Anyways, this guy is also rocking some serious spandex action with red and blue tights and his trademark S on the chest. He wisely left his cape hanging in the men's change room, though. Getting that flowing accessory stuck in the wheels would be our Superman's kryptonite and would make for a much less efficient flight home. This guy lives to be out of the saddle. Pumps and dips are his jam. They remind him of flying. We're hoping he writes a glowing review of YEG Cycle in the Daily Planet newspaper.
By now you're thinking, "Wait, I thought this was SPOOKY spin? There's nothing spooky about cheerleaders and superheroes." Good point. Which brings us to our next rider... FRANKENSTEIN! This guy is literally a monster. Our friendly motivator had to help him jack up his handlebars and seat to unforeseen heights just so he could get comfortable on the bike. While the up-tempo tracks aren't particularly conducive to a rider of this magnitude, the weight track is where this behemoth gets to strut his stuff. You'd better believe he picked the five-pounders and he's cruising through this track with ease, grunting with every move as he blows past biceps, soars through shoulders, tears up triceps and obviously annihilates Arnolds. He may be the green one, but it's the other rides who are envious.
From one muscle-bound beast to another, we move on to the werewolf. This guy is totally decked out in sweatbands. Around his head, his wrists, his ankles, everywhere. When you've got as much body hair as this fella does, you need all the help you can get combatting perspiration. Despite usually conducting himself on all fours, the werewolf assumes an upright position on his bike and proceeds to join forces with the cheerleader as the vocal duo in the room, letting out a series of billowing howls at the conclusion of every track. The motivator loves this positive feedback but the other riders have a grown a bit weary of his repetitious antics. They wouldn't dare shoot this guy a dirty look or an eye-roll, though, for fear of a massive clawed paw cuffing them upside the head.
Speaking of guys you wouldn't want to come face to face with in a dark alley, we shift our focus to the darkest corner of the room and find Dracula himself, our resident vampire. He too has left his cloak in the change room for fear of entanglement, but he made sure to pack an extra large water bottle – full of blood, of course! Step aside Gatorade, nothing quenches this guy's thirst more following a seemingly endless HIIT track than a few big gulps of fresh O positive. Gross. After class, Frankenstein pulls off the ultimate prank. He sneaks a clove of garlic into the vampire's post-spin smoothie. That's not going to go over well. He's going to complain about it all the way back to his castle after he transforms into a bat and hits the night sky soaring next to his buddy Superman.
Everyone in tonight's class seems to be very focused and locked in on the beat... maybe that's because our resident witch cast a spell on all of them! The other lady in the room doesn't quite bring the same level of gusto as her cheerleader counterpart, but what she lacks in peppiness she makes up for in mental strength. Nobody can make it through that long grind towards the end of class like the witch. A lot of it has to do with the fact that this posture is identical to how she cruises around on her broom in the October night sky. Plus, she can summon the spirits of the dead and channel their strength to persevere through to the end of the track. The witch has also graciously donated her cauldron for everyone to toss their sweaty shoes into after class. Anything to avoid getting burned at the stake.
We hope you enjoyed this monster mashup of costumes and creatures in our Spooky Spin class!
Happy Halloween, Bikergang!