What really happens in barre class

I made it through my first live barre class and I was excited to go back for more. Here’s what really happens in a barre class.

1. Time stands still.

I am most definitely a morning person, but the morning classes were full, so I had to bite the bullet and take an evening class. I am definitely not at the top of my game, being sore from yesterday’s class, plus being a little sleepy. Mmm, I wonder what that is all about since I felt great right after class. As the class continues, I am getting more sore my the minute.

I think, “we must be at least half way done with class, I can hold out a little longer.” Yet, I look at the clock; It’s only 6:02 pm! Ack!

2. Grace in motion.

The instructor tells us, “Lie down.” I think, “Oh good, it’s time to relax.” But wait, the instructor merrily chirps, “Now we are going to balance on the ball.” And just as merrily I think, “No we are not. I thought balls were fun playthings, not torture devices.”

So the torture, I mean exercise, continues, as the instructor says, ” Put the ball under your tail bone, gracefully lift your legs and arms and balance.” What? Even just attempting such a move causes me to roll sideways with flailing arms and legs onto the floor. I narrowly miss hitting the person next to me. So much for grace. On an aside, did you know the name, “Nancy” means grace? Humpfff, enough about grace.

3. What’s for dinner.

The instructor gently reminds us, “Pull in your core and focus.” Ack, how can I pull in my core when I can barely hold my balance. Something has got to give. I console myself with thinking the class must be almost over. I sneak a look at the clock and it says 6:15. This clock must be broken! I think maybe I should do a good deed, get up from the floor and let the front desk know the clock is broken. I sadly realize that the clock is not broken.

So I let my mind wander and think about what I’m going to eat for dinner. A leftover cupcake is calling my name. Yet, as I look around the room at the tiny fit people in the class, I think, “These gals don’t eat cupcakes, so perhaps I shouldn’t either. They probably eat two lettuce leaves for dinner.”

4. The end.

I made it through the class, without endangering myself or others. And I feel fantastic. I can’t wait to come back tomorrow and do it again!

So what fun things did you do this week?  And more importantly, did you eat any cupcakes?