Where Can I Purchase Handlebars for a Spin Bike
May 20, 2018
The number of sources has increased for buying different machines such as spin bike. If you are planning to buy a new spin bike, then you can do that from a local store. In fitness store, you can browse from variants of the machine, which are meant for Newbies to Professional. The price range is something you should be concerned about because these machines not affordable for a regular person. However, even in the crowd, you can find few types of equipment which are affordable, and they exist so that ordinary citizens can afford it.
In the crowd, several brands are working on a project where they can provide a fitness machine which comes at an affordable price range and also serves the customer in different languages and across the globe. If you do your research, then you can find 100’s of brands who started out in a different country and expanded to your region.
Where Can I Purchase Handlebars for a Spin Bike?
The possibilities have increased ever since the technology has come into existence and we have plenty of people to thank, who paved their way to where we have reached now. I believe that we should start things by thanking people from the past who made things possible for us that we have come so far where we can do these things. Also read: Best mountain bikes under 1000 in market.
According to the survey, 48% of the brands provide accessories, in other words, you can look for handlebars from the brand store itself. You don’t have to go around and look for the handlebars to other stores. You can visit the store, and you can ask them about it. If you have the receipt, then you can call them directly for information on it.
Third Party Products
Quality is something you should be concerned about because if you do a little bit of research, then you can find 100’s of stores who are selling the product with different names and designs. Some of the handlebars from an unknown or new company does not have decent quality, which will wear off sooner. So make sure to look into the quality and then buy it for you Spin Bike.
You can quickly locate the local place of accessories stores, where you can find different types of products you can use on your spin bike. You can find a broad range of goods.
Online Shopping or E-commerce Site
One of the best things about the internet is not only you can find answers here but also find solutions which will lead you to your destination. The wide-range of products can be found online from Alibaba to Amazon. It does not matter which country part you live in because Amazon and Alibaba will ship it to you even when you are living hundred thousand of miles.
Note: Online shopping sites take more than a week to ship within country parts. International shipping takes over 20 days to send, and COD option is not available for the international shipment.
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MARCH 20, 2012
We are so hard on ourselves. We attempt the almost impossible – to break the chains of self-destructive behaviour driven by our relentless demons– and then we expect to be perfect in our execution. After all, we are in control. We have conscious will. We are the captain of our ship. We can decide to stop our addictions (e.g. alcohol, smoking, drugs, anorexic starvation, toxic lovers or partners, intellectualization, money, beauty, religious fanaticism, over-exercising, overeating, perfectionism, controlling behaviour, shopping) and do it flawlessly without any setbacks. But the truth is: the more we are imprisoned by our addictions and compulsions, the more likely it is that we are not in control of our every behaviour under every circumstance.
My favourite chapter in my book – and the one that helps me more than any other – is called “Manage your Reality”. In the section, I explain why we do not have conscious will all the time. External events trigger the different lenses in our brains (i.e. the hurt child, special child, safe child, obedient child or the mature Real Self lens) that force us to see the world in a certain way. We then behave accordingly. The more pain we endured as children, the easier our brains switch to our child lenses. In seconds, we can become a two year old either throwing a tantrum or desperately seeking a pleasure or an admiration high. It takes years, a lot of courage and many setbacks to master our need for instant gratification. And even then, we will have moments of failure.
Once we decide to let go of an addiction, we must therefore embrace ourselves for an enormous battle. We then need to tell ourselves is that we will lose some battles, but we will win the war. Every time we resist an addiction, we must congratulate ourselves. A recovering cocaine addict told me that every night before he goes to bed, he tells himself, “It was a good day. I did not do a line.” We should do the same: Celebrate small victories over problems that are written in our cells. When we fail, we should resist falling into a bundle of shame. Inner shame drives us to reach for more and more pleasure and admiration. We aid our demons and addictions when we shame ourselves for failing. So when we experience a breakdown after a breakthrough or a U-turn on the road of recovery, we should share it with an understanding caring person. We do not need taskmasters to shame us. We do that already. We need a helping hand to encourage us to get up and try again.
I am not saying we should use our insight into the brain as a copout. We can’t say “Well, my brain has the wrong lens, so let’s do some drugs or have fun with a toxic lover.” Studies show, the more we fight every temptation to self-destructive behaviour, the stronger the Real Self will become, and the more we will be able to control our addictions. The more we succeed in our attempts, one shot at a time, the more we will have the time and energy to live our lives the way we want.
In my favourite quote, Nelson Mandela tells us: “A saint is a sinner that keeps on trying.” In our battles with our addictions and compulsions, we should try with tenacity and courage. When we fail, we should reach a friendly hand to our frightened inner child and forgive. We should compliment ourselves on how far we have come and how increasingly infrequent our breakdowns are now compared to a year ago. And then we should promise ourselves that we will try even harder by workout daily read here Car Gun Safe Reviews: The Best Gun Safe for Car 2017.
FEBRUARY 21, 2012
A few days ago, life gave me a few gifts: hope for my passions, camaraderie with a well-known actor, and frivolous fun. By now, I expect the demons to visit after such moments of self-activation and happiness. This time, I experienced the demon shame in a new way.
If we look at Rodin’s sculpture of shame, we see its classic manifestations: a bowed head, eyes to the ground, shoulders slumped, chest caved in and covered by defending hands. Shame forces us to become as small as physical possible, invisible, and cut off from the world and all its people and wonders.
Recently I have come to believe that the opposite of love (e.g. self-love and love for others, the community and life itself) is not fear, but shame. But as all things on the road to self-discovery, knowing is never the same as experiencing a truth. My battle with shame on Saturday convinced me more than ever that shame drives the non-conscious behaviour of all people struggling with happiness. My logic is as follows: If a healthy Real Self is in charge of our happiness, humanity and ability to adapt whatever life throws at us, then a damaged, shamed hurt self is in charge of all our irrational fears, anger outbursts, distrust, and self-hate. Shame also paralyzes our ability to effectively manage the other demons (i.e. depression, rage, panic and fear, helplessness, hopelessness and emptiness). Shame keeps us in our psychological jails, convincing us no-one really cares who we are or what we feel. Shame also prevents us from trusting and loving intimately. It is also the biggest cause of all conflict amongst people. Shame tells us people are out there to make us feel small. (A tip: During interpersonal conflict that leaves you dumbfounded, ask: “What did I do that made you feel small and unwanted?” You will get right to the problem of an “irrational” anger outburst or a cold shoulder.)
On Saturday, thanks to a stronger Real Self, I was conscious enough to make an effort to surrender to the attacks of shame. Instead of immediately cutting off all my feelings and going numb or searching for ways to distract myself from shame, I ventured to feel shame’s full attack. My goal: if I can face it, feel it, and not be killed by it, I will stop fearing it. I needed a lot of tools I had learned over the years to stay with the awful images and unbearable pain that stormed out of my chest like dragons and villains from old children stories and modern day movies. At one point, the feelings subsided, allowing me to enjoy a free and easy Saturday evening. I even woke up on Sunday by laughing out loud for some joke in a dream.
My battle with shame is all but over. There were more attacks since I started writing this blog. There will be many more battles with this demon of all demons.
We may freak out if we act inappropriately, or assumed we acted inappropriately, at work or at a dinner party. “How could I have said that? I’m so stupid,” we berate ourselves. But the cause of our shame has very little to do with what we do or did as adults. The reason is that small mistakes we make as adults trigger the enormous shame we carry since childhood.
We are born with an expectation that our parents will nurture our Real Selves. After all, our identity, humanity, happiness, survival and social skills depend on this part of our brain. When parents fail to support the Real Self, our brains react with shame. Thousands of shameful experiences become our view of our selves: We are not wanted or good enough for whom we really are. We are objects that need to play roles, not humans that deserve happiness. Lack of support for the Real Self is enough to leave a child-turn-adult live in shame for the rest of his or her life, regardless what they achieve or how much admiration they earn. When emotional, physical and/or sexual abuse is added to the mix, a child-turn-adult will live a life focussed on avoiding any situation where his or her toxic shame is triggered. But a life lived to avoid shame, is a life without happiness, love, and real confidence.
Shamed people fall into two categories. The first group hide their shame by shaming others. They need to be the best, the most feared, the wealthiest or the most powerful. That is why many psychologists believe psychopaths or narcissistic personalities fear shame more than death or punishment. Many of our powerful leaders are indeed shamed children afraid of their Real Selves, and therefore their humanity. Shame is literally ruling the world. The second group of shamed people enter work conditions and love relationships that reinforce their shamed existence. They live in fear that anything they do that does not meet the approval of a boss, spouse, parent or society will wake up their unbearable shame. So every minute of the day is spent on being perfect. A mistake or a small frown of disapproval, even from the garbage collector, can make them feel so humiliated that death may seem the only way out. This group often can be very successful, but after a glass of wine or three, they may confess “I seldom feel I am good-enough.” Others side with the shame in their psyches and do everything and anything to destroy their lives. Overeating, starving, excessive tattoos, dangerous sexual encounters, drug and alcohol abuse, and smoking are a few examples of how we allow shame to attack our hurting Real Self.
I am today convinced that the primary goal of our journey inwards is to discover our most shameful experiences of childhood. We liberate our souls when we chain our shame to our conscious long-term memory where we can deal with it, rather than have it run around like an axe murderer in our hidden psyches. We therefore need to find ways to feel our shame, one at a time. We need to become shame busters, starting with the shame of a missed deadline or a something said at dinner table. We need to feel it fully and SHARE it with a trusted friend, family member or therapist. (Please make sure this person is trustworthy. Shamed people often have the additional burden of trusting the wrong people with their secrets that leads to more shaming.) It is only when we verbalize our shame and another person validates our emotion and helps us to see that our mistake does not correlate with the severity of our shame, that we can slowly become stronger to go deeper into the rabbit hole, searching for more and more shame. A word on the challenge: The more humiliating the attacks in childhood, the deeper it is buried in our psyche, and the harder it would be to remember and face. Some people may never remember the exact events, but they can learn to manage the shame associated with the experiences.
We all deserve to feel good-enough about who we are, what we do and who we love. We deserve many moments of happiness. We deserve the joy of “people looking into one another’s eyes without shame”. (From a poem by Breyten Breytenbach.) After all, honest intimate looks among people is at the core of our humanity. So let’s pull out all stops to strengthen the Real Self so it can battle our shame and replace it with compassion for our hurt child.
(A follower of the blog wrote asked me why I have not posted a new blog for a while. Shame is indeed the biggest cause of procrastination. Writing about shame to share it with others on the internet was a challenge. I say this not out of shame or to make excuses, but out of compassion for my Real Self’s struggles to free itself from shame. Sometime we only can do what we can do.)
JANUARY 29, 2012
This weekend a group of old friends and their families gathered at Jakkalsfontein on the West Coast of South Africa. Chance brought us together in 1986 when we started our second year at Hippocrates, the men’s residence at the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Stellenbosch. Over a period of five years, we studied together, cursed Microbiology together, played touch rugby together, pretended to be Camel men on a self-made raft on the Orange river, partied at “in” places in Cape Town, and gave or sought advice on dating and romance. Many of us explored Europe with backpacks on a shoestring budget with hearts filled with dreams, ambition and hope. We were a bunch of young men, who like most people in their twenties, had stars in our eyes and convictions that hard work, goodness and a dose of fun will guarantee happy easy lives.
Then the wedding bells started to ring. Wives became part of the group, each with their own unique personalities, humour, care and confidence, all essential in making men out of us boys. Beers and barbeques now became wine, salad and barbeques. Weekends of endless fun and golf became weekends of negotiated golf games and limited drinking time. Life became more complex, but richer.
Destiny, passion and fantasies forced us apart. Some of us opted for specialization, others for practices overseas or in rural South African towns, others for new fields of study. Like all good friends, we over the years enjoyed the ease of reunions. Upon seeing one another after years of no contact, we would take off laughing and joking as if we had never left.
This weekend was no different. The click was immediate. On the surface, it seemed no-one had changed. The same people cracked the jokes, the same people engaged in intellectual conversation, the same people obsessed about their golf games. But there was a difference. The eyes were kinder and more compassionate. Bodies were more alive with happiness. Hearts and hands reached out to connect with all the children as if they all were our own. Minds were more attuned to understanding the joys of the moment, letting go of the ego’s demands or the beckoning of future success.
There are many reasons for this change. Sure, the absence of reunions where most of the group gather made our hearts grew fonder. But the real reason is that life ended up not being as easy and happy as we expected and demanded it to be. Pain, struggle, and suffering invited themselves to the party. These three musketeers punctured the stars in our eyes so we can see beyond our own light, pulled off our youthful idealistic masks so that our souls could connect, and pounded our self-conscious hearts – common to all youths – into tenderness so that we can feel a friend’s joys and pain. As respected writers and researchers will tell you: Suffering is one of the major tools to a happier life. There are other reasons. The etchings on our faces, heads stripped from youthful bouncy hair, and six pack muscles hidden by a steak too many also warned us that time is not our friend. An empty chair reminded us of the unthinkable and unavoidable. We felt, without voicing it, that we need to focus on what is really important. And it does not belong to tomorrow.
A most painful and deathly danger on the journey inwards – or of any suffering – is the conviction that no-one cares for you, especially if you are not happy-go-lucky and perfect. This weekend, filled with old and new memories, convinced me that my demons are wrong. There are people other than my brothers that want me to succeed however I choose to live. There are people who accept my flaws, intellectualizations, hurt, uncertainties and insecurities. There is a group of non-family members that makes me feel that I belong, a basic need for all humans and one essential to a happy life.
We are indeed lucky when we can see our family as close friends and our close friends as family. We are indeed lucky if we can experience it like I did during the December vacation with my brothers, over this past weekend with my old friends, and on Thursday with my brother, sister-in-law and another old friend. We now need to keep the momentum and not wait for years before we do it again. Research is clear: happy people have extended networks of friends they see frequently. Serendipity invited me to see this fact in action on Monday night when my local film club screened Looking for Eric.
If we know this, why do we do it so infrequently?
My new year’s resolution is to enjoy more days than not filled with enthusiasm. Days “filled with God”, if I use the Greek roots of the word. Most of my life, I started projects to prove something or to receive approval. Other people’s approval, not my own. The goal kept me going, sometimes for days on end, often with little rest. I do not want to live like that anymore. I want to surrender control. I want life to sweep me up and take me where I need to go and do what I am supposed to do. The reward I’m looking for is vitality, energy and a joy of being part of something bigger than my own life. If love and enough money to pay the bills come with it, fine. But, I am okay if these two thorns still hurt me. I just cannot stand another year without sustained enthusiasm.
Twenty days into the new year, I can confidently report there is no drastic change in my life.
I know by now not to make a big fuss of “important” days on the calendar. Life does not change just because the clock changes. Life has its own rhythm, always has and always will. I also know that my inner demons do not gather at night and say, “Wow! Enthusiasm. What a noble goal. So cute! Let’s make peace so he can live his life.” Our inner demons become more aggressive the simpler we want to live. How dare we let go of old behaviour that served everyone else, except ourselves? How dare we remove our masks and show our pain? How dare we let go of our compulsions, addictions and obsessions so we can share our inner light with the world?
My nightly dreams echo my daily experiences that my inner world is at war. Enthusiasm is fighting my inner demons and their biggest allies: passivity, ambition and instant gratification.
I have a few weapons in my arsenal. I have memories of my recent vacation where my brothers and I connected intimately, truthfully and caringly. I have memories of my smiling niece on horseback while trotting on a white beach next to powerful waves; my nephews playing touch rugby with shouts of joy and competitive spirits; a Christmas where fun, easiness and contentment were the main meal. I have a community of people here at Stellenbosch that takes the time to say “hello”. I have a therapist whose compassionate heart is teaching me empathy for my hurt child. I have the healing power of silence and nature in the mountains within a five minute walk. I have had a few small victories over an obsession or two. I have come face-to-face with more painful truths, and survived.
DECEMBER 9, 2011
Life is not fair. Things – terrible things – happen to people all the time. Even good people. Many of us fight these traumas with denial and fantasies of miraculous events that will bring a loved one back from the dead, a cure to a crushed spinal cord, or a perfect love that will nurse our incurable childhood wounds. We work very hard at these fantasies. We obsess about them. The more we hurt, the more we fantasize, the more we try, the more we scream with agony and hatred at the world for not giving us that what we want. But fantasies can never be realized. That is why they are called fantasies. Failure rips open the original wounds. We then run towards the next fantasy, fail again, hurt again, try again.
Some of us never look up from this cycle of fantasy, pain and despair; others seek help. They move through the mourning of the loss. They express their anger, sadness; fears and pain; hopelessness and helplessness. There is a moment, often after years of search, when they face their fantasies squarely in the eyes. A moment when they realize that all they have ever wanted is not destined for them to enjoy in this life. A moment of incredible pain. And clarity. And then calm. Serenity. As the famous Serenity prayer goes: “God give me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.”
Some of us may not only have to give up our fantasies, but also accept that we may never reach the level of happiness, humanity and physical activity some people enjoy on a regular basis. We may never enjoy a long term intimate relationship because of the scars in our brains, we may never walk again, we may never meet someone as caring or unique as the child, friend or spouse that died. But if the mourning process is followed, we may have moments of serenity where we accept life’s unfairness and pain, and have the wisdom and courage to seek in every day that which is still of value and joy. The yearning, fantasies, and painful feelings of loss will visit. But the hope is that once we experienced serenity, even for a few hours, we will know there is a safe calm harbour within us where rest is possible. And that will help us to keep going, “living one day at a time; enjoying one moment at a time; accepting hardships as the pathway to peace.”
NOVEMBER 28, 2011
A week ago, someone asked a question on the blog: “I have a good job and degrees. I do not have passion. Am I successful?” At the same time, my brother Andre forwarded me the following quote from Robert Louis Stevenson: “The man is a success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.” This quote is a perfect summary of a successful happy humane life I write about in my book, A Happy Human Brain.
A few days later, my brother Etienne invited me to an event where two of South Africa’s top winemakers discussed their wines. At the end of the talk, Charles from De Grendel said the following: “My job gives me many kicks of happiness. When I literally kick the ground and my gut says “Merlot”, I plant merlot, and a few years later I realize I was spot-on. When I see an overseas buyer loads thousands of litres of my wine for shipment to Europe. When I read in newspapers how some of my former apprentices attribute their success to my teaching.”
We need to broaden our definition of success. Degrees, money and fame contribute very little to a happy humane life. Finding our niche, working at it with guts and a gut feel, and in the process enriching the lives of others are better criteria of success. If we keep striving to impress our materialistic culture, we can easily end up living very unsuccessful successful lives.
The road to living out my own unique definition of success is still filled with many potholes. I still often hear people ask me: “When are you going to get a proper job?” I still often wince and whine. Too often, I still doubt. But when I do take the time to reflect on my life since I left degrees and money as criteria of success, I can say without any doubt, but not always with a smile: “I would not have it any other way.”
NOVEMBER 22, 2011
A week ago, Jaco Slabbert, a close friend, asked me to give a talk on the topic “Bringing back humanity to medicine” at a teaching session for Emergency Medicine registrars at Tygerberg Hospital. I gladly accepted. I was excited to return to the lecture rooms of my alma mater. One of the first things that struck me as I walked into the medical school was a notice board indicating the location of the Muslim prayer room. When I graduated from Tygerberg, anyone part of a religion other than Calvinistic Christianity was immediately labelled as an outsider. I much enjoyed my talk in front of the group of registrars, a group representing many races and religions. It was a gift to see so much change. A few days later, I received an invite. The Emergency Medicine Society of South Africa was having their annual conference in Cape Town and one of their keynote speakers was unable to attend. Would I step in and give a talk to 700 doctors, nurses and paramedics from around the world?
Immediately my brain went into overdrive. How can I give a talk that would impress this highly intelligent crowd? I had many interesting ideas, but my gut remained anxious. Then a thought crossed my mind: Why would I approach the speech differently from the one I delivered a week ago in front of a small group of parents? How can I convince a group of doctors that our humanity is more important than our success, but then try to impress them with my knowledge? The moment I had this insight, my anxiety disappeared. On Thursday, before the speech, I kept reminding myself: “Don’t impress. Share your experiences. Have fun.” I had a great time on stage and the reaction of the audience was overall positive and supportive.
To impress others is still alive and well in my cells. Thursday’s speech, however, was a major milestone towards my goal of being the same person, whether I talk to the successful, the suffering, the sweet, or the soulful. For often the desire to impress, comes from a desire to run away from lingering shame screaming at our souls.