My husband and I checked out Barry’s Boot Camp early this morning in Tribeca. It opened recently, and I heard about it from our trainer Friday. I have heard of Barry’s Boot Camp before from my friend Felicia who lives in L.A. It kicks her butt, and that is what I was looking for today.
“Let’s just go down to the gym and run on the treadmill,” my husband said when I suggested that we try a class together this morning.
Ugh, I thought. I am so sick of that gym and those treadmills already, and it is still October. How am I going to make it until April?
“Please?” I begged nicely, and off we went on our bicycles.
The studio is high-tech and beautiful. They have treadmills like I have never seen before. They look like they are out of a futuristic space movie. The lighting is dark and sexy and takes years off of your face, which I loved of course. The music is loud and good.
The class kicked my butt, literally. Fast running, endurance running, running on inclines. Squats and lunges and push-ups galore, with weights and medicine balls. You never have a second to catch your breath (reminded me of my early days last year at Physique 57, when I considered sneaking out quietly in the middle of many a class that I attended.
The class started at 8:45. At 9:15, completely spent, I looked at the clock. Oh no, I thought. How can I possibly do this for another thirty minutes? And guess what happened then? We went back onto the treadmills, for faster running and higher inclines.
I had purchased two single classes before we left home.
“If you buy a series before you leave,” the guy at the desk told us when we arrived “you get $2 off of each of your classes for today and a free class.”
The class was torture. It was painful. I was sweaty and exhausted as I left the class. So what did I do?
I bought a series! See you there. It’s awesome.