That time I went to a barre class.
A few months ago I decided to attempt to go to a Firebarre class. It was cardio and barre and I do neither of those regularly and I didn’t make it through the class at all. When I told Kristen about it, she told me I should have just started with a regular barre class because those are challenging enough by themselves.
Then suddenly a few weeks ago, EVERYONE was talking about barre classes. They were all over the blogs I read and on twitter and Facebook and I was like… yeah I want to try a barre class for sure. Out of nowhere, Pure Barre Vancouver started following me on Instagram. As if they could read my mind or something! Then this happened:
Sooooo I decided that I officially had no reason to not try a barre class. PLUS they even said I could invite a friend. I texted my friend Tiffany and she agreed to go and as it got closer we were kind of uncertain about what to expect and if we’d survive…
After the barre class, Kristen received this lovely text from me:
All day I felt pretty much like a rockstar. I was like energetic and felt pretty awesome that I made it through to the end.
and then the next day I woke up
and did you know that I suddenly discovered that the barre class had somehow managed to work out muscles in places I didn’t even know I had them?
My rockstar-ness was verrrryyyy quickly transformed into slow, creaky granny. and super brilliant me, I’d planned an early morning hike with my friend Sarah Jane. Which was actually alright, but when I sat down for a minute and stood back up… OH MAN.
OH. AND. In addition to that, I had started getting sick. I sneezed a lot. Did you know that sneezing the day after your first barre class is a really scary, painful thing? I groaned after every sneeze. It was rough.
But guess what?
I get the hype about barre classes. I’m sold. I’m in. The instructor I had, Daron, was so nice. Super encouraging and supportive and helpful. She never made me feel bad for wanting to just lay down and drink an iced mocha (I never vocalized that but that’s how I felt sometimes) and she was so attentive to when I needed help.
Once the pain left my body, I started dreaming about attending another class. I think… I might… become… one of THOSE people. Who regularly take exercise classes. Because man.
Anybody want to donate to my “I would like to take more Barre classes” fund? Because it’s freaking EXPENSIVE.