Musings of a Fledgling Barre Boss

Musings of a Fledgling Barre Boss

I f#cked up, I’m not sorry

These were the song lyrics that came blasting over my stereo this morning as I taught my group fitness cardio dance class.  (Song’s called “I’m Not Sorry” by Hardwell if you want to look it up.)  Turns out it’s a pretty catchy track that somehow escaped Spotify’s allow Explicit Content filter.  Still my responsibility to know my music though, so my bad. 

I have bad knees, bad hips, a sore back, whatever…

I have bad knees, bad hips, a sore back, whatever…

There is an expression that is so appropriate for fitness: move it or lose it. Well intentioned sports therapists or doctors sometimes recommend complete rest for an injury, and then more bad things happen. Nowadays, the advice is often to keep it moving.

Barre So Hard

Barre So Hard

So you thought it was going to be like your daughter’s ballet class. After a very rude awakening, you realize this just might be the hardest workout of your life.

You are ready now.

You are ready now.

I have been a group fitness instructor for almost 10 years, and I was never tempted to open my own studio. I’ve taught yoga for 5 years, and again, was never tempted to open my own studio. But then I discovered barre, and suddenly I caught the studio bug.