If you’ve been reading for awhile, you might remember my adventures in Barre or Strength and Sculpt. Despite the incessant whining I did about sore muscles, the classes were awesome, and something I continue to try to do. Since lockdown began, these classes were cancelled. The good news is, my instructor Colleen Freese has started a YouTube channel and now not only does kick ass workout videos, but will do livestreams of her classes. The best part? It’s all for FREE. Check her classes at Colleen Freese Fitness on YouTube!
Category: Health and Wellness
Strength and Sculpt, Part 5
Five parts of Strength and Sculpt? I think this will probably be my last post dedicated to Strength and Sculpt despite how entertaining my workout fails are! Anyways, this week someone’s husband decided to join the group. They had big bulky arms with veins popping out. He brought his uber-heavy weights from home. My boyfriend looked at me and we agreed: This guy had no idea what was coming. And honestly? I had no idea that this guy would fail so hard. You know what he did? Within the first five minutes, he was groaning and moaning worse than I
Strength and Sculpt Part 4
I’ve managed to convince myself I have superhuman powers. I woke up two days ago thinking, “Ugh, Strength and Sculpt, I hope it gets cancelled so I can’t go and nobody can shame me for it.” The next day, our instructor emailed us letting us know she she had tweaked her back and that she would let us know if Strength and Sculpt would happen or not. I thought, “OMG, I used my powers for bad. I never wanted her hurt!” Except I guess I kinda did, because I texted my boyfriend hoping class was cancelled and it WASN’T. Sigh.
Strength and Sculpt, Part 3
Ugh, this class is such a (beeeeeeeep). Sorry, trying to clean up my profanity when I discuss exercising. I went to this class with a full on migraine. I’m talking pulsating head, a stomach that felt like it was going to heave at any moment, and an aura of dread emanating from me. I took two Excedrin, crossed my fingers, and prepared to enter the seventh circle of Hell. Hell took the form of two to five pound weights and an excess of arm exercises. I’m shocked that my limbs didn’t fall off though they did refuse to cooperate at
Strength and Sculpt Part 2
Strength and Sculpt has been difficult for me to write about, mostly because I come home exhausted and talking about it exhausts me even more. It’s literally taking all my typing skills not to turn this post into “blah, blah, blah, oh and weights” (though let’s face it, it’s rapidly coming to that). Strength and Sculpt, despite its name, makes me feel weak and flabby. By the end, even two pound weights feel overly heavy. I feel tired afterwards, instead of the surge of endorphins and giddiness I usually get at the end of Barre. I go home and can
Strength and Sculpt Class, Part 1
I never thought for a second that I would join another class in addition to Barre. BUT I CAN EXPLAIN, kinda. The gist of it is…. That I figured I needed to work out more than once a week. So look at me. I’m upping the self-inflicted pain to twice a week all in the name of feeling good about myself. It almost sounds oxymoronic. But holy sweat-fest Batman! If I thought Barre was intense, Strength and Sculpt had me perspiring buckets within the first ten minutes. I can’t believe I didn’t bring a towel because I made it rain.
Barre, Part 5
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
Barre Class, Part 4
I would like to go in depth again about how barre is one way to ruin your life and suck the energy out of you but the truth is… I actually really like barre now. I’ve made friends with the girl that somehow manages to exercise in a thong. (Warning, those white yoga pants are tight and people can tell what drawers you have on.) I don’t mind the lady that yells “Yeah, Woo!” in the middle of the most painful squats you will ever experience. And you know what? I don’t side eye that woman who insists on doing
Barre Class, Part 3
Before Barre class, I stressed. I stressed about the fact that I had three huuuuge zits on my face and wondered if I should wear concealer. I stressed that I had a stain on the workout shirt I had available to wear that night. I stressed about these things because it took my mind off the insanity of the upcoming barre class. *shudders* For the record, I didn’t wear concealer. What’s the point in making yourself look better when you’re going to leave the class looking like hell no matter what, amiright? And I figured the stain on my shirt
Barre Class, Part 2
I attended my second barre class, and I feel like the hellaciousness was reduced significantly from last week. Then again, the instructor had stated that last week was nearly impossible for even her and that maaaaybe modifications would be made so no one would die of over-exertion. True story. This was not easy but it was easier than last week. I was at least cognizant enough to notice this time that the room was full of mirrors so I could see how absolutely freaking ridiculous I looked. When things got tough, I started laughing hysterically. I don’t know if it