Sproing Fitness Old Town
Free offer: 7 days
Money saved: $20 (1 visit)
I don’t quite remember how I came across Sproing, but I knew immediately that I had to try it. Each week, I’d get more and more excited about the system by watching videos and excitedly telling friends and coworkers about this crazy thing I found. The machine, it seemed, was like the lovechild of a treadmill, a pilates reformer, and and an air mattress. I signed up for my week and planned out a schedule of classes.
My first visit came and I was early. Once I checked in with the trainer, letting her know it was my first time, she set me up with a heart rate monitor -- the same kind I had trouble with at OrangeTheory -- and she assured me it would work, but to just wrap it extra tight around my ribs. Running late out of the previous class, I could tell she was in a rush to get the next class started on time for me and the other three people, but she neglected to really show me what to do with the machine. She just pointed to a machine and had me strap in. Then it went downhill from there.
Three sprints in, she came up to me to strap me in properly. Oops. There is a velcro belt that is meant to wrap loosely around your waist to hold you into the machine as you lean forward, running in place. I had only secured half of the fasteners, as I was not shown how to get settled in, and wondered why she took so much time with the heart monitor instead.
Next, I noticed the air mat continued to pop up out of the machine as I ran. I had to continuously stop my workout to kick the mat back into place. No one else seemed to have that issue, though, and after 10 minutes or so she remembered that the machine she led me to had a tear in the mat, so she moved me over to the next one.
After a few hiccups, I was still ready give it my all. Sadly, the workout felt constricting and disjointed. It was taught in the same manner as a spin class, and the instructor rarely left her machine to correct my form. And when an incredibly large, alien piece of equipment is involved? I never knew where my footing should start or end. With all this unanswered confusion I rarely found myself in the orange heart rate zone. Finished, I unclipped my belt, grabbed a latte from Eva’s Cafe and headed home.
Rating: The latte was great, but Sproing, unfortunately, was a dissatisfying 2.