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The Bar Method

Oh The Bar Method.
I'm not referring to my old "method" of trying to be cool. While some have already misunderstood...
"The girls and I went to Bar Method tonight. Probably won't even be able to walk tomorrow."
Paraphrase: Wow Baby, what a Tuesday. Ya never know what swank you girls will end up in. (See how quotes are not permitted on BSS if it isn't indeed a quote...we're better than that)

Before I explain that The Bar Method is a hip new workout class (my friends and I try to stay on the pulse, no biggy) I feel the need to explain that just because we celebrate birthdays at venues with exotic one-syllable-word names (that some deem "swanky") does not mean we do it on weeknights...unless of course one of our births lands on a weeknight...neither here nor there.

So The Bar Method, in my uncool exerciser opinion, is a cross between Pilates (which I loooooathe) and a ballet class. Bar as in ballet bar, are you learning new things? While I love that I am sore today, and almost "not able to walk," I hate, with everything inside me that the class forces me to manipulate my body into folded, unnatural positions, under florescent lighting, half a foot away from a floor (to ceiling) length mirror, next to a Bar Method Addict named Alison. Look, Al-Pal, we all get it. You have socks with the studio's logo on them and look fit enough to rock capri's and ankle socks without looking like a circus midget, excuse me circus little person...who's most likely pigeon-toed. Did I mention that my friend Ally also happens to be twice my size vertically!? Shocker I know. There is only one tall gal that doesn't intimidate me, I think you know who you are.
I do feel that every time I attempt the hopefully slimming and toning routine, I get just a teeny tiny bit stronger. Instead of giving up after 2 reps, I wait until 4. It's kind of a big deal.

Oh 2011, see what new things I'm trying for you.
-The Wannabe

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