This will be my last post about torturous, strenuous, max-my-muscles-out barre. Don’t worry though, I’ve done myself the horror of adding my name to the Strength and Sculpt class and you KNOW I’ll have something to say about that!

This time, the class had a unique twist. My boyfriend came (aww), and it was our anniversary (aww!) and I bet you’re wondering why we exercised instead of drinking champagne and eating truffles (seriously, wtf).

Never you worry, we had our celebration on the weekend which meant we had a perfectly good reason to exercise (damn.) Lucky us.

He was a trooper and killed it, though he’ll tell you it was much harder than he expected it to be. The sit ups in particular were completely dreadful. Actually, I don’t quite remember if they were, but someone else in the class said they were. I have no memories so I’m pretty sure I blacked it all out. It’s how I survive class without having PTSD. Just forget as much as you can.

“I’m sore in weird places” said the boyfriend today. That’s what barre does to you. It makes you work out all the little pieces of your body that you didn’t know you had. It makes you sweat, cry, and then sweat more. But wow, do I feel good when I make it through a class! And yes, I’ll be continuing barre, even if I no longer post about it.

By the way, I tend to write about all the things I crazy-snack on after Barre. The thing is though, I didn’t eat anything, my stomach was wonky. Come to think of it, it might be because of all those sit ups I blocked out. Eep!

Read the other Barre posts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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