I’m no stranger to various exercise protocols, but the appeal of indoor cycling has somehow eluded me. Perhaps it’s the recumbent bikers at my gym who read magazines as they make s-l-o-w circles with the pedals—does this constitute a workout, I ask you? So my first official spin class at the just-opened Flywheel Sports was a happy surprise. No clunky bikes at this complimentary press preview—instead, a fleet of top-of-the-line, fully adjustable Schwinns was arranged stadium-style on levels so everyone had clear sightlines to the instructor. Even techier, and more useful: the small screens affixed to each bike, which monitor individual cadence and resistance levels. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to keep up for the full 45-minute class, but by the time our warm-up had morphed into tougher work, teacher (and Flywheel co-founder) Ruth Zukerman told us we should be “feeling good”—and I was. Zukerman took us from low-resistance flats to high-resistance hill climbs and back again, all peppered with sprint intervals and “jumps” in and out of the saddle. We schvitzed, we spun, we towel-blotted, and we shvitzed some more, fueled by gulps of water and blasts of hip-hop. All too soon, we were winding down, doing upper-body work with light weights while we pedaled, and finishing up with stretches after dismounting. I was actually bummed the class seemed to end so quickly, but thrilled to have found a new workout obsession—especially now that the rigor of fashion week has subsided, in New York at least, making my I’m-too-tired-to-go-to-the-gym excuses null and void.
Flywheel Sports, 39 W. 21st St., NYC, (212) 242-9433.—Mary Clarke