You guys. I worked out. I know, who am I? AND I SURVIVED.
We have several different workout studios here, in Vegas, that lend to different styles of working out. I have several friends that attend a studio called Trufusion, which offers cycle, pilates, barre, yoga, and SO many more options. Side Note: This is not sponsored, in any sort of way, I literally tried the class and said “I should blog this,” so here we are.
First off, thank you to my sweet friends that didn’t give up on inviting me. I said “maybe,” about 5 times before I finally bit the bullet and signed up for a class. I had a complimentary class pass, and signed up for hot barre with my friend. You read that right, HOT BARRE. So not only are you working your glutes and thighs to steel, but you’re sweating all over the damn place. Rushing out of work to make the class that started at five, I ran up the escalator (which gave me more of a cardio workout than I’d like to admit) and into the modern-stylized studio.
Changing into my “trendy” lululemon pants, tank top, and peeling off my socks and shoes, reluctantly, I couldn’t help but think “what am I getting myself into.” I walk into the hot room and instantly my breath is taken away, the room was only 90 degrees but that 40% humidity got me. (Vegas is dry. I don’t do humidity.) I take my seat and instantly take off my shirt, I was wearing a tank top and then a gym shirt on top, and I knew I was going to die wearing two shirts. The instructor starts welcoming everyone to the class and asks if anyone is new. I look around and raise my hand. He says “if you are shake-y that is great, if you are dizzy that is not. sit down and take in some breaths and you’ll be okay.” Instant regret.
After ten minutes of warming up and stretching out I was already sweating more than I anticipated, which scares me because I have fifty more minutes of this. We haven’t even really started. We start doing some barre moves, which takes me back to all of my dance classes throughout my life, and well if you don’t use that flexibility…you lose it. Kick. Tap. Kick. Tap. 5, 4, 3, 2, and now double time. Are you kidding me, this IS my double-time. I try not to look at myself in the mirror and how awkward I must look, like a baby deer finding it’s legs.
Grabbing onto the barre I realize how sweaty my palms have become and just hope to be able to have enough grip to hold my body as I’m tucking. Tucking is where you roll your hips forward, and engage your ab muscles. Think of Michael Jackson and his “ow” movement. My legs are shaking, which according to the instructor is good, but to me it means I am out of shape like no other. I listen to my body and take several water breaks and look around as I am the only one who has almost finished their water; rookie over here. I take a few deep breaths, I felt fine but just wanted to make sure I was still alive.
The class continues with tuck, and tuck, and tuck…now tuck, and squeeze, tuck, and squeeze. You’re squeezing this workout ball that is inbetween your legs, squatting while standing on your toes, all while leaning back and gripping the barre with your sweaty hands. You feel it all over, from your shoulders, to your calves. This is legit. We descend into what I assume is the cool down as there are only 10 minutes left. I’m wrong. Sweating, we move into some ab movements and I am just pumped to get to lay down for a few minutes, tap and tap and tap. The instructor says in his calm voice, “now take some deep breaths, inhale and exhale.” He is saying positive affirmations, but the sounds of the music and me breathing overtakes his voice. I am sure he was saying beautiful words, but I was just focusing on how I was feeling.
exhausted. accomplished. sweaty.
Putting away my weights, I get a taste of the air conditioner, and it feels refreshing. I meander around as I try to feel the cool air for just one more second. Back in the room I do the final stretches, say my goodbyes and glance into the mirror. I look like a tomato, red and glistening. I use a face wipe to cleanse my face, and then take a picture (for this post) but I will spare you from seeing my post-workout look. It is not cute. I survived the workout and I say (with much surprise,) that I will be back. I would recommend this class to anyone, the heat wasn’t too bad after you got used to it and the moves were relatively easy to follow– I felt very comfortable that no one was judging me, they all appeared to be worrying about their own sweaty selves.
Have you ever tried a trufusion class? a barre class? any workout class?