A Toronto Transformation

Barreworks for me

I’ve never been an early morning person.

It’s not that I’m particularly cranky or awful (there’s no one here to refute that, so I say it confidently) in the morning. I’m a DELIGHT first thing. Probably. I just have a really hard time convincing my body to get up out of bed any earlier than I absolutely have to.

I’ve always positively marvelled at people who somehow dug deep, found some kind of motivation and not only got up with the sun, but got up to do physical activity. I always suspected some kind of hormonal imbalance (in them, not in my perfectly normal sluggish self, of course), to be honest. The mind boggled.

Until now, that is.

This morning I found myself, for the fifth Sunday in a row, hopping out of bed, well, not exactly at the crack of dawn, but certainly well before my usual 10:30/11:00 on a weekend. Not for love or money, my friends, but for exercise. And I was happy about it!

Seriously.

What has prompted this transformation, you ask?

Well, about a month ago, after a prolonged search for something to replace Bikram for the summer, a friend came across Barreworks, a studio that had just opened downtown.   We weren’t sure what to expect, and I had some concerns after checking out the preposterously fit-looking women featured on their website, but I remembered my determination to shake things up and figured, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Turns out it’s burpees.

Fortunately, as with the rest of the ballet-inspired class of core-strengthening, resistance training and cardio, right when you’re pretty sure you’ll actually die if you do even one more rep, it’s time to switch to something else.

The whole thing is done to music (key for my enjoyment) and lead by friendly, knowledgeable and encouraging instructors in a beautiful, airy studio.

And it has completely tricked me into thoroughly enjoying using things like “abs” and “biceps” and um, “muscles” in a way that makes them, you know, exist, for the first time since I quit doing gymnastics over a decade ago.

I leave with a burning in my thighs and a smile on my face and enough energy to light half the city.

And I guess that’s worth getting up for.

4 Responses to Barreworks for me

    • Haha. Oh they are decidedly not graceful. Especially when I do them. But then we do about a million plies, which takes it back into ballet territory.

  • Jason Simone says:

    I was JUST today asking my coworkers how to be motivated to exercise. I, like you, detest getting out of bed. I also hate sweating, and heat, and running, and gyms… so I’m basically going to die very fat. I’m glad you found your motivation so you don’t have to!

    • You should look into whether there’s something similar near you! There have got to be some classes in NYC and I know you could have fun putting together some fabulous ballet-inspired workout gear!

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