Things I’ve learned…barre n9ne-style

60 days (almost) done in this, the barre n9ne 60-day challenge.

During last night’s two-fer, I spent a few minutes gazing around the room, thinking about what an amazing, interesting, introspective, blessed experience this has been. And it was those moments last night (when Tanya was literally kicking our butts) that got me thinking.

About a few things I’ve learned…barre n9ne style: 

  • That barre? Isn’t quite so fun to sidle up to as the bar at your favorite restaurant on Newbury St., Boston. (But it’s way better for your midsection, that’s for sure.) 
  • Those gray balls – the teeny tiny barely one-pounders? They’re little bastards. Yeah, I said it.  (but damn, I credit those gray balls for giving me stronger, more defined shoulders than ever before…)
  • The blue balls though, now those are the gray balls evil, and much larger, twin. Nothing good ever comes of those blue balls <—is this a TWSS moment or what? (but I have to give thanks to those blue balls that work the inner thighs like nobody’s business at that barre, ouchie)
  • Don’t even get me started on the innocent-sounding floor work. If you ever hear “side leg series,” — brace yourself. The longest minutes of your life. For reals. (But the only leg work that has ever gotten my legs as lean as they are now. )
  • That is, second to ‘thigh dancing’ — sounds equally innocent and fun, right? Notsomuch. Five minutes that leave your thighs in searing pain – but don’t worry, it’s the hurt-so-good kind of pain. (leaves those thighs nice and taut, though. Worth. It.)
  • And finally, similar to those wimpy looking gray balls? The teeny little 2-3 pound hand weights have a way of smirking at you if you look at them wrong. Never doubt the power of five thousand reps at 2 lbs apiece. Ever. (hello long and lean and toned arms, I love you so…)
  • But most of all? I’ve learned that I am far stronger than I’ve ever, ever, ever given myself credit for. And finally, I am finishing what I’ve started. Finishing it like a pro.

Damn. What an incredible 57 days it’s been. Three more to go – and I *still* (despite last night’s two-fer throttling) say: Bring. It. On. 😉