This past saturday I headed east with some of my favorite ladies to check out Barre Cleveland. I am a little crazy cakes and did my regular Saturday morning workout and then went to this workout. Why the double workouts? I wasn't sure how hard the class was going to be and I also need to work off some of the beer/pizza/etc from hanging out recently. While, I am not 100% sure I would make the trek again, I am pretty sore from the class. I just like my classes with a little more sweat (and a few less fake boobs). My favorite part of the class might have been getting the giggles while basically thrusting a lot (no men allowed in the class so thankfully it was just a few friends and some random women that saw me air hump). I told Alana that the barre needed to at least pay for dinner before I rubbed up on it. And the word "poke" being said aloud repeatedly made me snicker like I was a 12 year old boy. Hey, I never said I was mature.
image from here--and if this was really us, I would be the one in the grey tank top laughing.