Bike lessons in the gym are always very popular. Because there is no technical threshold, everyone can swing and sweat on the simple and rude music rhythm. I can even breathe under my feet and step on my bike like hot wheels.
Cycling courses are also divided into different types, including Mela in hardcore mode and fancy cycling. The so-called fancy is to swing up and down while riding, simulating the action of belly rolling. I despise the variation of this action and never follow it, thinking it is miscellaneous but not refined. More importantly, swinging easily leads to my back pain and dizziness, so I may fall off my bike.
However, today's cycling class opened my eyes and fully realized the charm of fancy cycling. To sum up, it is the essence of riding, belly rolling, equestrian, fighting, yoga and Beijing opera.
Ordinary fancy riding, shaking up and down and left and right in one or two songs, end. Today's class is different-not only the action is wonderful, but also the rhythm is unpredictable.
The first is the escalation of the abdomen. When the body is pressed down, the hands should constantly change positions on the handle, and the landing points of the two hands should be symmetrically staggered. The positions of bicycle handlebars are generally marked as 1, 2, 2.5, 3 and U-shaped handlebars. There are11-22-33-12-21-kloc-0/3-31-23-32 when the left and right hands cooperate, which tests the reaction speed.
The swing is not limited to up and down, but also left and right, and each side is completed by stepping on the rhythm of each movement. My friend in front made a mistake in the first summary. He bumped into his right partner's head (the bike was too close), turned around in the opposite direction, and bumped into the girl's head on the other side ... The scene was once very chaotic.
Some movements test the balance and flexibility of the body. For example, grab the handlebar, turn your whole body sideways and keep stepping on it. This is the action I have seen in equestrian performances. The rider left the saddle and rode on one side of the horse, which was very handsome. If this course is good, it can compete with the cycling team of the Indian military parade.
There is also a simulated fight in the process. While trying to keep the rhythm of your feet, you can swing left, right, left hook and right hook into the air ... but most people are exhausted and can only raise their arms limply, as if wiping their noses.
The coach also showed me the poses that I only practiced in yoga class. Suddenly, I stepped forward like a snake, stood up with my head up and abdomen stretched, then my spine turned and my body shrank back one by one, completing a running cat stretch and a cat's arch back on my bike.
The most challenging thing is that we are asked to squat between the handlebar and the car seat and complete a one-minute low ride. The key point of action is to close the core, keep the back straight, and drive the legs to push the whole circle when the knee bends below 75. This scene made me feel very familiar, deja vu ... suddenly I remembered that this was just a small step in a Chinese opera performance! The difference is that the small step kicks the leg outward, the wheel draws a circle hard, and so on, but the effect of the two is the same in visual presentation.
Generally speaking, I like this class very much, although my participation is extremely low, and the whole process is only a mechanical step. The coach must think I'm a hard-hearted man. Her enthusiasm failed to light my fire and swayed happily with everyone. But I am already satisfied. I fully appreciate the fun of riding a bike, which is an alternative compensation for my inability to ride a bike.
I didn't learn to ride a bike. Objectively speaking, it is because I grew up in the plateau area, and I go out either uphill or downhill, which is not allowed by geographical conditions. But subjectively, I know that this is an indelible psychological shadow caused by two accidents.
The first time was when I was about three or four. My cousin took me to the river by bike. She put me in the back seat, which is a narrow plane made of metal and very unfriendly to my delicate ass. Maybe I twisted my body to adjust my sitting posture and accidentally rolled my feet into the spokes of the wheel. I'm in shock, I haven't mastered enough words to describe this strange disaster, and I haven't cried yet. At that time, just on the uphill road, my cousin found that her foot suddenly slammed hard, so she stood up and stepped down harder. ...
I don't remember what happened afterwards. I'm just glad that my feet are still growing well on my ankles today.
The second accident was that my brother encouraged me to learn to ride a bike when I was in primary school. There are no children's bicycles at home, only two or eight big bars for adults to ride. At that time, I didn't have long legs (not yet), and my feet were far from the ground when sitting in a chair. I was born with poor balance and couldn't learn to "pull the handle" like other children-one leg crossed the triangle formed by the beam and the body and hung on the side of the bicycle.
My brother grabbed the back seat to help me keep my balance and told me to pedal hard and quickly to make my bike run. I succeeded, and he gave up. However, he didn't teach me how to brake! I rode faster and faster and rushed to a wall. Seeing that I was about to hit it, I instinctively jumped down from the seat and tried to start the foot brake. ...
I don't remember what happened afterwards. Too painful experiences will be selectively forgotten, which is a self-protection mechanism of human beings.
After this incident, I understand that men are as fragile as women. Never hurt each other unless you have to. Also, why did the previous bicycles have beams?
So, I didn't learn to ride a bike. Cycling lessons in the gym make up for my regrets, not to mention the wonderful fancy cycling.