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Pure Barre: My Perspective

 The picture I stare at on the wall during Pure Barre class. Counting the legs takes my mind off of the leg lifts. It's like counting sheep.

The picture I stare at on the wall during Pure Barre class. Counting the legs takes my mind off of the leg lifts. It's like counting sheep.

The music vibrated throughout the room and my hand tightly gripped the bar. The only thing I heard through the pain was the instructor say, "Let's get rid of that unwanted muffin top." Visions of blueberry muffin tops began to dance through my head. If I could just lift my side rear a little higher and tuck my pelvis in a little tighter, then I could waddle home to my roommate's Malbec. (Love you, Haley.) I finally made it. I lifted, toned, and burned my way through my third Pure Barre class.

I never thought I would see the day when I decided to tip toe my way into a Pure Barre class. I personally am a yoga girl, but my roommate peer pressured me into taking a class with her. So, after conveniently reading TheeMattB's Pure Barre experience on Dude's Digest, I signed my hips, butt, and thighs away.

Walking into my first class with Haley, my body instantly began to shake. I wore my pink workout top that made me feel like a ballerina for this special occasion. Being the good friend that she is, Haley gathered the equipment I needed and casually placed me in the corner far away from her place on the floor. I made it through with only a few grunts and evil stares at Haley. In all, I didn't think it was too intense. It wasn't until my second and third class that the intensity hit me like my brother snapping a wet dishtowel against my leg.

I was really starting to feel like the Sugar Plum Fairy until the instructor adjusted my leg. At that moment in time, I felt as if I was lifting a 10 ton ball with my gluteus medius and minimus (side rear cheek). The only thing getting me through was Bang Bang from the Great Gatsby soundtrack. Just when I thought we were finished, she told us to turn to the other cheek. I said in under my breath, "Lawd have mercy!" The struggle was real. I can't believe my legs were actually capable of moving down to my mat when it was time to work our abs. I won't even get into that.

After it was all said and done, I was happy I went to Pure Barre. I even thought about waking up at 5:30 a.m. to go to the 6 a.m. class, but let's be honest, it was a side thought. (Mama needs her beauty sleep or she will be cranky.) I did decide however, that when my three friends all due in May are pushing their precious babies out into this world, I will do two Pure Barre classes on their special day just to let them know I am with them. 

Strong Women who Empower: Carly Burson

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