One quick glance at the blogs I read on the regular, and it’s quite clear I’m getting hit over the head with the message “Enjoy the Everyday” every day. And mostly I love it. Because I’m totally into that idea that every day may not be great, but there’s something great in every day, and Pinterest-y quotes like that.
But on some days, it’s a challenge to enjoy the little things; some days are tough.
And on those days, it’s imperative that I hit up barre.
I heard about barre from Elise, who got Queen Cupcake started on it. Then Ali went this summer, and like the next domino in the line, I fell. I’ve been barre-ing it up for about a month and a half now and it’s not just that I love it, it’s that I don’t remember life before it.
I love barre because it works parts of me that I hate working on my own. I will run, or walk, or bike, or zumba, or engage in any kind of cardio you can name. But toning up muscles? Ew! I should do crunches and push ups at home, I should. But I find it so mind numbingly boring to do so and I haven’t figured out a way to stick with them through the pain. Oh, the pain!
Enter the best hour of my day. And I go almost every day. It’s a great workout, it’s a great atmosphere, and I can’t recommend it enough. If you’re thinking it’s expensive, you’re right. If you’re thinking it might be worth it, you’re also right. Give it a try, dear readers. I guarantee if you’ve had a frustrating day, you’ll leave it all behind after you’ve hit the barre.