I’ll Never Make a Joke About a Barre Class Again
I assume that most of you are, like me, stuck in your house for the foreseeable future. It is not that fun. Nice to have someone around and feel for those who are riding this thing solo. I’m not a big fan of working out with someone. It has never been my thing. Even when I played football, I felt like I was better off being in their alone instead of people talking to me regularly. My girlfriend asked me today if I wanted to a barre class with her after work. After Eric Bach’s workout on Monday kicked my ass, I thought ‘Sure let’s try something else different again.’
I never gave my girlfriend a hard time about barre classes or her yoga classes. That’s what she likes to do but until a quarantine, I had no real interest in doing a barre or yoga class. Well, let me tell you, folks, I have a greater appreciation for barre. Do you know the tweets about how people appreciate teachers more because of the quarantine? I appreciate barre instructors and barre class goers way more. Holy shit, my body was completely wrecked.
I made it through the workout. Did everything look the right way? Not a fucking chance. Am I glad I was in my living room so no one could judge me? You bet. But I made it through it. The pulse motion at the finish of every rep stunk on ice. My arms and legs were about to fall off at any moment. I cussed out the instructors and my girlfriend where I had to let her know ‘To not take anything I say seriously’ while I work out. Another big learning is my hip flexibility might be worst in America. I have awful hips. Is it due to me being fat? Or just a rigid human who always had a credit card vertical.
For those unfamiliar with barre, here’s what it looks like. I suggest getting out of your comfort zone while we bunker down fighting against the Rona.