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.