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A Sparten Sunday...
The original plan for Sunday was to go to a Figure Four class at Pure East as part of an event that was happening, and since I was going to be on the UES, I figured I could squeeze in a Flywheel class too. A full day of fitness adventures and fun…
Then on Sunday morning, I received an email that basically canceled the Figure Four class for anyone who wasn’t going to be at the event exactly when it opened and since my Flywheel didn’t let out until after it started – I decided it wasn’t worth trekking up there to just be turned away. I’ll be damned if I was going to waste a ride credit by trying to run out of Flywheel early or worse yet, not being fully present for the class because I was worried about missing out on something else. Once in a while, it is ok to accept that a plan is just a failure and decide to enjoy the pieces instead. That is what I chose to do on Sunday. So, after grabbing a yummy Joe’s coffee in Brooklyn (it still makes me so happy they opened up a shop so close to my house) I hopped on the train and headed to the UES Flywheel. By the time I got to the studio, my grouchiness had faded and I was just ready to ride. The best part of my failed Sunday plan was that because I was going to be on the UES, it meant that I booked into a class with someone I had never taken before.
The class I had chosen was the “Warrior Ride” with Alison Cohen, a 60-minute ride. The class was packed with super intense regulars and there was some confusion over if any bikes were free for wait-listers, so by the time it started, it just started. Alison just launched into the ride and taught a fabulous, hard, sweaty, well thought out class. I really loved it. On that bike, she really owned the room and I always love that in an instructor. It was a weird crowd, though, super competitive and very into their own experiences. Although none more than the girl on the bike next to the mirrors who spent the first 5 minutes of the class watching herself in the mirror spinning and making sexy faces at herself! I was sitting to the side of her but thankfully; she was too involved in watching herself to notice me staring agape. To distract myself from the scene next to me, I focused on the torque board, the awesome instructor and in every section, pushed myself as hard as possible. Which worked wonders and as I saw the numbers building I really just went after riding HARD. I love pushing myself and this class was completely geared towards that with longer intervals and always keeping the pressure on. Best part for all of that effort? For the first time ever I broke 300 – and yes, it did briefly cross my mind to yell “I am SPARTA!”, but thankfully, I managed to keep that to myself. I got so excited that the last few minutes were a blur because I really couldn’t believe I had passed what I thought would never happen. 300, I will be seeing you again!
Afterwards, I wanted to thank Alison for a great class, but she was swamped with people. So, I just threw on my stuff and headed out into the world a happier – albeit sweatier - person. That is definitely a sign of a great class!
Soul Cycle with rockstar Danny Kopel
Last week, a friend of mine asked if I wanted to join him as a guest for a ride with one of his favorite instructors at Soul Cycle. Considering that I have been hearing my friend and so many others RAVE about Danny Kopel’s class AND the fact that I am never one to turn down a free ride, it was a no brainer that I would join him for a late night class on Monday. I have only been to one other Soul Cycle class, at a different studio, so I wasn’t really sure what to expect at all.
The Union Square studio is much smaller than the Tribeca studio that I had been to previously, but still very Soul Cycle – all white, bold graphics and a very pretty, nice, front desk staff. I made it there before my friend and checked in with the front desk, where I expected to get the third degree about signing in as someone else, but obviously, people bring their friends a lot and it was super easy. I rented my shoes for $3, since I don’t own my own pair, and was handed a brand new pair of shoes – sweet! Then, I headed downstairs to change in the gleaming white changing room and drop my stuff off in a locker. By the time I got back upstairs, my friend was there and I joined him in line to wait for the studio to open up. We had front row bikes and he warned me that it might be intense (the front row is expected to bring their A game apparently). This didn’t worry me at all though, since really, what is the point of going to class at all if you aren’t going to give it your all? The only part that DID worry me was that Soul Cycle classes have a lot of chorography and my friend warned “Danny’s REALLY into choreography – and will call you out when you are in the front row.” Greeeeeeeaat. Let’s take a moment here to get one thing clear: there is a reason I don’t take dance classes. I REALLY suck at choreography. I can follow along well enough – kind of – if watching, but if I have to somehow manage to attempt it on my own? Well, it just is not a pretty sight. So, I took the least of the front and center bikes and just decided not to worry about it at all.
The interesting thing about Soul Cycle is that they often have other people ride the instructor bike – which I have always found really weird and yet in Monday’s class, it didn’t really seem that strange at all. Danny bounded around the room the moment the class started, with a kind of frenetic energy that seemed like it would be hard to contain on a bike anyway, so it was nice to have someone on the bike to watch the whole time. The choreography wasn’t nearly as hard to follow as I had feared and I didn’t feel like a total spaz doing it either, although I was by no means as rhythmic as the more seasoned riders! It was fun and felt like dancing on the bike and was a nice distraction from how hard we were working. The class was a sweaty, fierce, ridiculously fun thing that I just couldn’t help getting swept up into. Danny had that room wrapped around his little finger and it was awesome to witness that sort of rock-star energy up close. It is no wonder he has groupies!
(Photo: Soul Cycle's USQ studio from their website, because none of the pictures I found of Danny did him justice!)
I.AM.YOU: The class that made me love yoga again...
On Saturday morning, at the perfectly reasonable hour of 11am, I was standing in front of a non-descript door in Little Italy wondering just what I had signed up for. I had been hearing amazing things about I.AM.YOU studio for awhile, but have been so wary of signing up for it since every description seemed just too cool for me- and I honestly thought it just couldn’t live up to the hype. I was so wrong.
To get up to the studio, you get onto a creaky elevator that opens directly onto the street and then drops you off in front of a large metal door. I was one of the first to arrive but the hall was quickly filled with a ridiculously attractive crowd, who were all very serious about their I.AM.YOU class. When the doors finally opened, a few of us were new and had to sign in so the crowd behind us surged around, since people really wanted to snag their favorite spots. I ended up in the back row with the two other newbies to the studio - which was nice because I could scope out the studio before the class started. I.AM.YOU is in a gorgeous, open loft and all of the black mats were laid out before all of the students arrived. I LOVE not having to bring a mat to class and when they are already out so there isn’t that weird moment of trying to fit in somewhere. Saturday’s class, though, had more people than expected, so there was a little shifting around of rows. Everyone was reminded to always RSVP so the class count is right and starting class goes smoothly.
The class starts off with a 10 minute section of visualization and chanting. I really hate chanting usually, as those of you who have read my previous posts know, it just completely sets me on edge. But this class was the first time that wasn’t the case. Lauren Imparato has a deep, sexy, melodic voice that was just amazing to listen to - the chanting sounded more like singing. Even when people answered her, they tried to match the melody of it and it was absolutely beautiful. Lauren then told us a wonderful, relatable story about intention and learning before putting on the music and beginning the flow portion of the class. The first song that came on was a rap song and you just knew you were in for a VERY different kind of yoga experience. I.AM.YOU’s flow is challenging, non-stop and so very, very good, set to an amazing, energizing playlist. Good music always helps me in a challenging class and this class was really challenging. I loved every minute of it even though it was hard. Lauren’s adjustments were so sure and helpful – you just knew you were in good hands. By the end of class I was wiped out and blissful and fully in love with the I.AM.YOU experience.
Lauren and the I.AM.YOU studio really are just as good as everyone has said. For the first time in ages, I have found a yoga class that I can’t wait to go back to and I am grateful for that.
(photo: via I.AM.YOU website)
Trekking to the UES Flywheel for some rocking positivity...
On Tuesday morning, I trekked up to the UES Flywheel to take a class with the awesome, infectiously positive force, Jesse Alexander. There are people who I would go anywhere to take a class from and Jesse is one of them. The fact that this mid-morning class isn’t packed to the gills, as most of his classes are, means that once in awhile I get to sneak into it. I was super sore from As 1 and climbing at Brooklyn Boulders the day before and really, the only thing to do in cases like that is to try and work it out. Flywheel is such a sweaty, amazing workout and I knew it would make me feel a million times better. I really had no idea how true that would be for this class.
I have taken a bunch of classes with Jesse at this point and really have loved them all. Down at the Flatiron studio, his crowd is louder and more raucus (which I love) but Uptown is distinctly quieter and more reserved - Jesse is not. The thing that I like the most about his classes is that he is so unequivocally himself. Jesse LOVES what he does, seemingly life in general, and really just wants everyone to get on the train of positivity with him. I never fail to get swept up into the spirit of it and leave feeling awesome about life, not just working out. That is an impressive skill! At one point, Jesse was talking about how we needed to get to a place of discomfort to make changes, but he was quick to clarify that it wasn’t the same as pain. Getting out of your comfort zone really is how you make changes. Discomfort is where you want to be. Then, Jesse said perhaps my favorite thing I have ever heard in any class:
“Anyone who says ‘No pain, no gain’ is an asshole.”
It caught me off guard and cracked me up but it is also something I totally agree with. Discomfort is good and needed - pain is not. Jesse’s class always pushes me to that discomfort place and that is awesome!
There were only about 20 of us in the class, and as much as I want to shake people for not filling up this class like they should, I like that it gives me a chance to go. It is getting busier though, so I fear people are finally realizing what a treat they have in their neighborhood… so check out Jesse’s rocking positivity while there is still space!
Jesse’s classes really are something special.
As One, take 2
On Monday morning, bright and early, I went back to As One and brought a friend with me. I had thought the class would be totally up her alley and even after reading my post about my first class, she was totally game. I love that! I knew we were in for trouble though when George said with a glint in his eye “Good news: no stairs today! Bad news: no stairs today!” Although he looked deviously amused, he wasn’t kidding at all. I will say up front that while I didn’t think it was so at the end of class, this one kicked my ass even more than the first one – it just sort of snuck up on me as opposed to being totally wiped out at the end like the first time.
We started with the same dynamic warm-ups while holding a wooden pole: roll-downs, side lunges, squats and then jumping jacks and planks for good measure. My friend had that “I am so not sure about this” look but it quickly changed as we got into the real deal of the class.
At As 1 most things are timed, for short bursts of maximum effort, so basically, you go all out for 20-30 seconds, rest for 10 and repeat, trying to get more reps in each time. On Monday, each of the exercises we did 5 times. First, there were squats with sandbags hoisted up on our shoulders. George made sure all of our forms were perfect, which of course meant that the squats really got HARD after about the 3rd round! Then we moved on to the section that destroyed me: pull-ups. I really suck at pull-ups. We were all in pairs, so one round you did pull-ups, then off the bar for sit-ups. Each of the bars had bands attached and standing on a box in front of the bars, you stepped into the band, either one or two of them depending on how much assistance you needed. I, for some reason, chose one band and in each round it got harder and harder to get myself over the bar. George of course came over to correct my form and it helped a lot but I still sucked at them! I managed to get at least 5 in all 5 rounds though… which isn’t totally shabby. But the next day, my shoulders, lats and even armpits hurt! I obviously really need to work on pull-ups more…
The next section included bent over rows with the sandbags, then split squats and pushups. During the split squats, George came over to adjust my back heel since I have a tendency to drop it - apparently you are supposed to be more on the ball of your foot with your heel up. That slight adjustment made the exercise so much harder but also obviously more effective…which I loved! It is so easy for things like that to slide and not be noticed in a group setting and that just doesn’t happen at As 1. Everyone is watched and corrected and it makes all the difference.
The final rounds included box jumping, jumping rope, this crazy bike with arm levers and my very favorite thing - the ropes! The sound the ropes make when you whack them against ground is completely motivating. My friend after class told me “I read what you wrote about the ropes and it really is true! The sound is the BEST!”. It’s nice to know that it isn’t just me!
It was a great class and was surprisingly harder than the class with the stairs last week. I didn’t think that was possible. It is truly amazing what a great trainer can get done in a small space and George Vafiades really is one of the best I have ever gotten the chance to work with. He truly knows his stuff and obviously adores what he does, and for me, it doesn’t get better than that.
(Photo: The As1 Studio via Facebook)
As One: An awesome kick-ass, hardcore workout...
I wasn’t really sure what to expect from As One, but on Tuesday night, heading to the studio, I was a little nervous. A friend on Monday warned me that she could barely walk for days afterwards, which, having just taken Barry’s Bootcamp with her, scared the bejesus out of me; she seemed fine after that! Calling As One a studio is a little weird, though, since really, it is just a box with pull up bars and a few exercise bikes, some benches, sandbags and two heavy ropes cutting the room in half. I wasn’t really prepared for that sparseness, so made the rookie mistake of needing to change when I got there. Big tip: come in your workout gear since changing involves a tiny office bathroom down the hall! On the plus side though, I got the chance to talk to one of the women in the class who was older, and not really someone I would have pegged for this workout, and she RAVED about it – although she also warned me about not being able to walk after. Seriously, people. Stop it! That isn’t so helpful to hear before you go into a class!
My instructor, George Vafiades, was really welcoming, although admittedly, had a slightly mischievous glint in his eye as he did a quick run through of what the program was about. He was passionate about the program but clearly knew he was going to kick my ass. The warm-up involved a bar that you held while doing roll-downs, squats and side lunges. Then it was on to 5 rounds of 25 jumping jacks and 5 burpees. Normally, I really hate burpees with a passion, but for some reason, they just seemed fitting in that setting and didn’t annoy me at all. Go figure!
After the warm up, we were split up into 2 groups of 5, which at first seemed random but once the groups were together made a lot of sense. It was based on fitness level. We were put in groups that mirrored our strengths so that each group pushed each other to be stronger. I loved that – it is good for the strong and good for the still working on getting there. This section of the class was made up of 5 exercise stations that you cycled through before doing a stair run. George went through each station, explaining proper form for each. 3 of the 4 were using really heavy resistance bands making the squats, backward rows, and deadlifts super challenging to keep correct form on. My favorite thing about the whole class was how on top of everyone George was about maintaining form. Making tiny corrections and adjustments whenever you were slightly off, which makes ALL the difference -it means the day after you will be super sore, but not hurt and that is key. The other two stations were a seated twist with a sandbag, where you lifted the damn thing from side to side while holding your feet off the ground and pushups. The fact that the pushups seemed like the break in the round was just so wrong! After the first round we headed to the stairs. Holy Moly! As One is on the 7th floor of the building, so you run down to the basement, tap the wall then run back up all the way to the top, which is on the 12th floor and then down to 7th for the next round of stations. I was pretty speedy on the first round and made it back in the top 4, so we were told that next round we had to go down to 5th Floor before returning. Eek! All in all there were 4 rounds. They were crazy hard but I love being pushed like that!
The last part was with the ropes. I have never used ropes before although I have seen them used and was really excited to try them. George came over and gave me a brief description of how to do it, which basically boiled down to use your whole body when trying to get the wave going, because if you just use your arms you are screwed. Got it. I was really good at the ropes, mostly because I really liked the thwapping sound they made when you did it right! What can I say? There is something sort of cathartic about whapping big heavy ropes against the ground. Then there were sit-ups, more burpees and a little rest before your rope turn again. I really, really liked the rope section - so freaking fun!
The class ended with rolling out on foam rollers, which was painfully amazing and I am pretty sure made all the difference in how mobile I was after the class. I am also pretty sure that As One is the hardest class I have ever taken – which I had been prepared for. What I wasn’t prepared for was how much I loved it. 75 minutes after I walked into that room with such trepidation, I left on a complete high. It was truly a kick-ass, hardcore sweat fest that pushed me and made me feel like a rock star by the end. As One was totally, awesomely addictive and I can’t wait to go back.
(image: George Vafiades from the As One website - I was too wiped out at the end to remember to take a picture! )
The 2nd Brick workout: the snowy, slightly crazy version...
First off, now that it is over, I seriously can’t believe that I actually did a Brick workout on Saturday - with the snow and cold and just generally crazy weather, it just seems amazing that it really happened. Not only did it happen but it was so much fun and I REALLY didn’t think I would be able to say that!
The morning of the second Brick class I woke up to a rainy, cold, generally crappy day and was bummed. I am not so good about wanting to run outside in rainy weather and add to that the cold, well, I was just convinced that the run portion of the Brick just wouldn’t happen. Of course, the fact that I was going to get in a Flywheel class anyway meant that really it was going to be a good day - but the weather seriously put a damper on my spirits.
So I trekked up to Flywheel UES for what I was sure was going to just be the biking portion of the “Brick”. When I left Brooklyn it was raining, but by the time I got out of the train station on the UES, it was full-on snowing. At the studio, everyone was buzzing about the snow and about how crazy running after the class would be. Aleah Stander and Abby Bales were both in high sprits – as always – and ramped everyone up to start the workout and be in the moment. Aleah was amazing. I LOVE taking her class since she teaches such a great, positive, challenging class, plus today, her music was crazy good. She played songs I sang along to and even one I had to ask about after class - nothing helps make class better than great music! All through class, though, I debated with myself about the run afterward, so I rode really hard to make up for the fact that I didn’t think I would do it. I was sweaty and tired by the end but I also knew that if the run WAS going to happen, I was going to do it. It suddenly just seemed possible.
I got asked A LOT if I was going to do it.
'Yes'
“… really?”
'Yes. It’ll be pretty – a snowy Central Park? If I don’t do it now, I will never, ever do it. So yes, I am going to do the run.'
Over at the store, it turned out that out of the 30 or so people in the class, only 5 of us made it over to the run. Abby explained the route to us and was just her glorious, positive, supportive self and we got ready to head out. The others in the group were runner-runners and immediately I was like “Crap, I am so not this person". But the thing is, I am.
Saturday, running in the sludgy mess to the park, I felt like an athlete. I wanted to quit, but didn’t. Saturday, I took a hard, awesome spin class and ran 3 miles in a snowy Central Park. It was cold and miserable and I have never been prouder of doing anything. Abby and Aleah ROCK, but that day, I thought that I rocked too!
Now THAT is a great workout.
(Image: a little internet goodness because it was too cold & wet to take any photos during the run!)
Lithe-ing in the morning, a fine way to start the day...
To say that I am not a morning person is such a vast understatement that it elicits rolling on the floor laughter from most of my friends. Once in awhile though, I decide that it would be a good idea to schedule a class really early – like 7am kind of early. Today was one of those days. I woke up way too early and threw on my workout clothes, made a protein shake and hustled out of the door by 6:40am to get to the Lithe class, “Cinch”, at their Rittenhouse studio.
I thought the class sounded sort of like I would be laying down the whole time… which I think means somehow, I had gotten the “Cinch” and their class “Floored” confused. The only thing I got right was that the class was mostly focused on the core and hips. Other than that, I was just VERY wrong. The class started with a dynamic warm-up that really just felt more like launching straight into the workout. Lots of side lunges and squats in a wide, low second. The thing about Lithe is that pretty much every exercise is done in 30 reps, so if you are in something you will be there for awhile. They also have a very specific counting pattern –set counts that don’t take into account the other reps you have left in the other sets, counting you down from ten, so you get “only two more!” and when you get to 1 you think “it’s over!” but, nope! They launch directly into “set two – 10, 9, 8!”. At first, this annoyed the tar out of me. If there is another move in the middle, I get that, but when you are really doing 30, I HATE being told I have 1 more when I really have 20. It took me a few classes to get used to it and today was the first time that it didn’t irk me even a little bit…. of course, that might be because I was too sleepy to really be focused on anything other than exactly what I was supposed to be doing at that moment.
The class had some great, really unique standing ab moves that I had never done before. It was mostly standing core moves, with some mat work, ending with a few moves at the barre. It was a great, challenging class and I was sweating about 10 minutes in and wiped out by the end – that is the sign of a good class to me! I really liked the structure of this class, it was easy for a non-Lither to follow since so much of the class was doing moves where you face the instructor instead of having your back to her. The instructor was nice and helpful, offering a few spot-on corrections, I didn’t adore her, but I would definitely like to take the class again and really, I am not going to adore anyone new at 7am!
After class, I stopped to get a yummy latte and appreciate the fact that I had gotten a great workout in before the day had really begun. The days I spend in Philadelphia really are made so much nicer with a little Lithe-ing and this class was such a mighty fine way to start the day!
(Image of Lithe Instructor, Krista DeNofa via the Lithe blog FitHipHealthy. She was my instructor this morning, we did this move and no, I didn't look nearly as good doing it! )
The Perfect Start to the Week: Physique 57
When I first moved to New York, I went to Physique 57 a lot and I LOVED it. I couldn’t particularly afford it then, any more than I can now, but somehow managed to go quite a bit. It was the workout that made me love working out – it was the first workout that I ever truly loved. I went for a few years pretty regularly, met some amazing people, changed the way I viewed exercise and then fell right off the bandwagon and into some other amazing fitness adventures. In the last few months though, I have started warming up to adding a bar-based class back into the mix of all of my workouts. So, whenever the opportunity presents itself to try one, I hop at the chance – especially where Physique 57 is concerned.
On Monday morning, bright and early, I headed to the Spring Street studio and it felt a little like going home. It is still a beautiful studio, staffed with incredibly nice and sweet people, who are also on top of things. I checked in and went to the locker rooms to change and drop off my stuff – and was again completely confounded by the fact no one ever puts a lock on their lockers! So weird. So after going through the rigmarole of looking for an actual free locker, I finally found one and dropped my stuff off, snapped my lock on and went to wait for my class to start.
I had chosen to take a beginner class because as strong and fit as I feel these days, bar classes have a way of kicking your ass in a very specific way that no other training quite prepares you for. I get that, so even though I used to take advanced classes - I knew that it had been so long that an intermediate class was even out of the question. This was a VERY good call! Oh man. Really, anything called beginner shouldn’t be that hard! Damn. My class was with Chanelle Lagace, who I had never taken but who had started when I actually did go there and had heard amazingly good things about. People love her and I can see why. She taught a great, challenging class and was really quick and helpful on corrections. I really LOVE corrections when it comes to a class like Physique because really, the movements are often so small, they need to be precise to be effective and I want a teacher who can tell when I am off. Chanelle had that in spades and was friendly when doing it. I almost didn’t notice she had just made the movement three times harder! I was dripping sweat about midway through, which for me, is the sign of a good class!
After class, I tooled around Soho a little before deciding it was such a clear, crisp fall morning that walking home over the Brooklyn Bridge would be the perfect end to what had been a perfect morning. And really, how often can you say that on a Monday?
(Photo from Physique 57's Facebook site)
Third Time Is the Charm: Lithe and the 101
I ended up going to a Lithe 101 class in their Old City studio while I was in Philadelphia this week, since it was the only class that had space in it that I could make. I figure that visiting a different studio would add some fun and make up for the fact the 101 isn’t really one of the classes I get excited about at Lithe. 101 is a good, fun workout and really it is just the long method explanation in the beginning that makes me a little bonkers.
I hustled down to Old City and I was totally looking forward to seeing another one of their studios since the other Lithe classes I have taken were at their Rittenhouse location. Once I finally figured out how to get into the studio (its entrance wasn’t exactly where I thought it was), I was shocked at how expansive this version of the studio seemed. It is a simply beautiful studio and even on a dreary, rainy night, seemed bright, open and airy. It is apparently their third studio and they have obviously really learned, tweaked and improved each going along, resulting in this lovely version, their newest in Philadelphia. Two of the things that made me craziest have been fixed in this studio as well: varying bar heights (this one is big for me, at the Rittenhouse studio all of the bars are really low - fine for people shorter than I am, but at 5’9”, it made things really painful) and actual lockers not just cubbies. So, no worrying about my stuff OR about my back!
The instructor for this 101 was the friendly and stunning Melissa Weinberg. She introduced herself to each of us and checked in to see if we had any questions or concerns before we got started. I immediately liked her. Of the three 101 classes I have taken (each with someone different) this was hands down my favorite. Melissa’s queues were easy to follow and she led a fantastic, perfectly paced beginners class – which is really hard to do, since beginner classes almost always seem to fall into the deathly slow or the “what in the hell are you talking about” categories – this one was easy to follow but didn’t drag at all. The class was split into three different sections, floor, barre and then a section with resistance bands hanging from the ceiling. All were good and I can definitely feel it today, which is always a good sign!
Third time really was the charm and I can’t wait to go back….
(Photo above from Lithe's blog: FitHipHealthy )
The perfect ride that was also a celebration...
On Sunday night, when I came home from Jesse Alexander’s pre-game ride, I was almost shell-shocked from the awesome. The fella looked at me and was like… “It was that good?” and I told him “I am pretty sure it was the best spinning class I have ever been a part of.”
Last week, I got a message from Jesse that he wanted me to come to his Sunday night 6:30pm class if at all possible. Since I have my FITiST 4 pack, I had a class to play with and so my immediate response was “I’ll be there!”- I don’t think I have been to a Flywheel weekend class in about a year and suddenly, I would be going to two classes in one weekend. That was a weekend plan I could love! I didn’t really take into account how jello-y the Brick class would make my legs, so when Sunday came around, I wasn’t nearly as excited as I should be. BUT, I love Jesse’s class (as evidenced here) and had heard that his Sunday 6:30 class was insanely good. In fact, I heard one of the girls talking about it during the Brick even! So, even though there was a part of me that just wanted to curl up on the couch after the fella and I had a long walk around Brooklyn, I rallied to go AND managed to get my excitement back too. Because seriously, every Flywheel class is a treat and I wouldn’t bother to waste a treat by having a lack of motivation!
The studio was already buzzing when I got there. I snapped up my shoes and went to drop off my stuff in a locker. It occurred to me that maybe I should check in at the front desk and see if there was any chance that I could switch bikes. Originally when I signed up, there were only bikes in the back row available, and while I will sit anywhere, really, I LIKE being closer. I am a “need to be in eyesight of the teacher” kind of girl because then I feel like I have to go all out all of the time. What can I say? The back row means I can cheat and slack off and since my legs were sore from the day before, I was worried that I would take that to the extreme. It turned out that there was one bike in the front row available, which I snapped up. No half-assing it possible in the front row!
From the moment the class started, you could just feel that it was going to be something special. Jesse was in the moment and full of energy and motivation that just sucked everyone in. The music was mostly rap and rock and just fed the crowd. Every question was answered by the class with a roar that threatened to take the roof off the place. It was one of those rare classes where the energy of the teacher is fully matched by the crowd and it gets more intense and inspiring for all as it goes along. Turned out it was Jesse’s one-year anniversary of teaching at Flywheel. No wonder it felt so much like a party - it WAS and I am so glad that I got to attend. Jesse really is a rocking, inspiring, amazing instructor and I can’t wait to see where the next year takes him.
(Image: Random internet goodness that seemed perfect for Jesse)
"Brick" workout: The workout that made me feel like I was hit by a brick...
On Saturday afternoon, I got the chance to try a “Brick” workout. A “Brick” is when you do a cycling/running back to back, two of the legs of a Triathalon – and the name apparently comes from the fact that it makes your legs feel like they are made out of bricks. It is one of those things I have wanted to try for awhile but just never have, since really, after a spin class, the last thing I have the motivation to do on my own is run! So, when I heard that Flywheel and Lululemon were teaming up to do one, I signed up right away. Seriously, any chance to take a Flywheel class I take and to get to try something new? I'm in!
Even though MTA seemed like they were actively trying to make me miss the class, I made it up there in plenty of time to get all signed in, pick my bike and get my shoes. It seems like the UES Flywheel is a million miles away but every time I go to the studio, I am amazed by how quick it is to get there - plus the UES location is really starting to grow on me. Aleah Stander, who I have heard such great things about and who I have wanted to try for ages, taught the class. It was such a great group of people who made it to try their hand at a Brick workout! They were so happy to be there and energetic about our unified adventure. It made for a great time. That sort of packed, energized crowd always makes for an amazing ride. Aleah is awesome, positive, supportive and rallying – just as great as I had heard she was. Not only that but I got to ride next to Danielle, another fabulous Flywheel instructor, which totally upped my game for the ride. Did I mention I loved the group who assembled for this workout? The ride was just that: a straight spin class with no arms section, which made a few people grumble but which I loved. I mean really, we were doing a Brick, and there is no arm break in a Triathlon! As always, the ride inspired me to go all out and by the end my legs were quivering, so the idea that there was a run following that awesome class was hard to imagine.
We all gathered our stuff at the end and headed over a few blocks to the Lululemon store to get sorted into groups for our run. I am pretty sure we lost some folks in the transition but 20 or so of us made it there. Abby Bales was the leader of the run portion of the Brick and she set about quick work of describing the route (bless her for choosing a route that ended with a downhill) and sorting us into pace groups. My group was the 10’ers and included both Aleah and Danielle. It was a 3.3 mile route but my legs really did feel like bricks so it was a really challenging 3 miles! Having the group support was awesome though and kept me going. Abby kept meeting the groups and cheering us on – which was so great! Having Abby on the trail rooting for us all was amazing. It was the first time I had ever run with a run group leader and really, I can see why people love it!
Word has it that there is going to be another “Brick” Workout again at the end of the month, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
(Photo: Abby Bales via Facebook of the Brick group at the end of our run. Our fearless leaders are in the center and that is me hiding up in the top row!)
Lacey Stone: The amazing, inspiring goofball who kicked my ass.
There are two ways a class can go when you have heard so much about an instructor: one, it can be an utter disappointment (usually the case) or two, miraculously, they are just as awesome as all the hype has built them up to be. Lacey Stone is the latter. After hearing what seemed like endless praise, I was just flat-out curious. Half the reason I got the FITiST 4-pack was so that I could take Lacey’s version of Barry’s Bootcamp. I love the set-up of that workout and had really wanted to try her out, so I figured I could get a solid workout and satisfy my curiosity. The feeling of freedom to try things that a class card gives me is amazing. This was my first week past Training Camp and I really wanted to get in a Boot Camp this week, so it seemed like the perfect week to try it out.
Lacey teaches at Barry’s Bootcamp Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 12:30pm and for a few weeks on Sunday mornings too. Monday, though, is really the only time that works in my schedule. I have to say, the thing that most struck me about Lacey when I first met her in the locker room, was how sweetly and intensely engaged she was while talking to one of the women there who was describing some sort of injury. I was expecting this sort of over-the-top, funny personality, not the caring kindness that I glimpsed there and I immediately liked her for it. I don’t want to be coddled but I love to see that sort of empathy, especially going into what I knew was going to be a hardcore workout. It means you know you are in good hands. This class was full but not packed to the gills like the last BBC that I took. Given the time, that wasn’t that surprising. It included a few newbies, some Lacey veterans and Holly Rilinger, too. As soon as I saw Holly, I knew I was in trouble. If this is the class SHE goes to for a workout, I was worried it might just kill me. I ended up on the treadmill next to her and while I did ok, there were a couple of times, I just could not keep up at all and at least twice I had to almost stop because I thought I might hurl. I might have to go again just to redeem myself!
Lacey, though, was a riot and didn’t take herself seriously - she so obviously embraces her inner goofball and that is a mighty good thing. I love goofy and joyous! The world doesn’t have nearly enough of it. It is a huge talent to be that funny and engaging while simultaneously kicking everyone’s ass and being a stickler on form. That class was an amazing start to the week and I am going to have to figure out a way to take it again, because seriously people, Lacey Stone ROCKS.
(Photo from Lacey's blog: Sweatcity)
Week 4: The final HRF Training Camp
Tuesday was the final day of HRF Training Camp and while I won’t miss getting up at 4:25 in the morning, I WILL miss the amazing, supportive, cool group of people. Holly was under the weather today and I was fully expecting to get an email postponing that morning’s class, so in a lot of ways, I wasn’t so mentally prepared for the early morning at all. It changed pretty quickly once I got there. I, for some reason, ended up getting there before anyone else and for a few minutes, thought I had missed the cancellation memo. But slowly, people started trickling in… including the very bundled and hoarse Holly. She is such a trooper but warned us that the session might include a lot more whistle usage than normal - which it did, but some reason, that whistle doesn’t ever annoy me. Go figure.
We split into groups for our warm-ups and sprints. My group included some of my favorite super-competitive teammates – where we all just sort of look at each other and go “It is on!”. I love being pushed and it was so much fun to really race in the sprints. I have always thought I wasn’t competitive at all but I have slowly been learning that is just a complete delusion on my part. I love a race! Then, it was off to the core portion and then stations – all fun, but not as much fun as the racing!
After class, we all gathered for our final pep-talk and then we got to have coffee, because one of the women in the group brought coffee for everyone! Which is just amazing. Seriously, to have thought it through enough at that time in the morning to lug a box of Starbucks coffee, cups, sweeteners and milk…really, it was the sweetest end to what has been a great experience. She was my partner the first session and set such a positive, supportive tone for pairing off that I never dreaded it like I normally would in a class. So maybe it shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did.
Standing around talking to everyone, it was so obvious that no one was quite ready for this to really be the end. I am so grateful that I got to participate but mostly that Holly, the dynamo that she is, has gathered such an interesting, varied, kick-ass group of people.
One of the women in the group asked me if I was going on Holly’s upcoming Mexico trip. I said “no”, and she said “Well you are coming back for Training Camp in the Spring, though, right?” I told her “I hope so!” and I really do hope so. I can’t imagine not doing it again…it was too great not too!
Then, she said perhaps my favorite thing ever: “OH good! We can’t lose our little Katherine Hepburn now can we??” I have no idea really what that means, but that is a comparison I will take any day of the week!
(image above: A random piece of internet goodness )
Starting the month off on the right note....
I have been thinking about it a lot lately but last week, I finally froze my regular gym membership. I have been spending so much time doing other fun fitness things that I haven’t been going to the gym very much – and really I would rather use that money to try out new things. The kicker though, was that FITiST was offering a 4-pack deal that really was almost the same price as my monthly membership. Most of their plans have very specific class breakdowns (2 Spin, 2 Core, 2 Yoga etc.) and are a little out of my range at the moment, but this one is a free-for-all usage. I LOVE that.
Since today was the first Monday of a new month, I wanted to get the week off to a good start and also set the tone for the whole damn month – so I went to my favorite spot in the city, Flywheel’s Flatiron studio. I know I have said it before but if I could, I would be there every day. I have never taken a bad class there and as a whole, the instructors are overwhelmingly positive and energetic. I may have favorites but I would take a class with any of them and be totally confident that I would have an amazing ride. PLUS, I love that they give you shoes for free, that there are bottles of water to take (which is good, my bottle just doesn’t sit well in the little water holder on the bike) and the studio is just SO nice! I signed up for my class last night and was a little worried that I wouldn’t have made it into the system, but they had already converted my FITiST reservation into the Flywheel system, which meant my shoes were already in the little cubby by the front door waiting for me. It is the little things.
This morning was a Holly class. Not a big shocker, I know. I adore her classes and figure that two days of a little Holly motivation is a damn fine way to start the month off right. I can’t believe tomorrow is the last day of Training camp! The class today was great, challenging and a total sweat-fest – exactly what I was looking for!
My grand plan with my 4-pack is to take one class a week, either at Flywheel or at Barry’s Boot Camp. It is funny looking at FITiST’s list of participating studios; it makes my head spin!
So
Many
AMAZING
Options!
I love that I have a few to play with this month!
I have a good feeling about October…
Week 3: Appreciating the day...
Some days come at exactly the right time. Tuesday was one of those days. After fighting off a funk, due to a pulled groin muscle that had been hampering my activities for a few days, that morning, I woke up and I drank my protein shake with some of the Health Warrior Chia seeds and was reminded of how lucky I was to even get to go to Training Camp. So, already in a better state of mind, off I went to my favorite part of the week. I say it every week, but I am constantly amazed at how much I like the people in my Training Camp. I know that it feels like such a tight team because of the amazing and vivacious Holly but the group as a whole, just rocks. I am not a morning person by any stretch but Tuesday morning, for the second week in a row, I was there without coffee – and was HAPPY about it. Seriously people, that means a lot. Once again, class was a mix up of some things we had done before but varied enough to be interesting and engaging – even if Holly was a little whistle-happy during the session! It was just plain fun – kicking my ass yet still feeling like play time, all while watching the sun rise over the city while working out by the water. That is just a mighty fine way to start the day!
Then, it was off to coffee before heading home. I walked with the group heading to Flywheel, since I always walk over that way to get the Q home. I sometimes will train-hop to get as close as possible but on the way home, I like the straight shot express train. I was back in Brooklyn by 8:30am and while I was in the train station, ran into the fella heading off to work. It is amazing to me, after all of these years, how excited I get when I randomly run into him, never failing to make my day a little brighter.
My afternoon plans got a serious upgrade the night before when I won a free spot in a Real Pilates mat class with Juan Carlos Penuela. I love random classes popping up! So, ok, just last week I was lamenting the state of mat classes and my dislike for them but, this was at a studio that I adore. I could go to ANYTHING there and be sure it was going to be great. The class was tiny and when I walked in, the instructor asked me “How long have you studied Pilates?” I totally stammered through an answer–since once a long time ago I did lots but in the last few years almost not at all. I remember enough to fake it though most classes, but a really good teacher will see though it in a minute and know I might as well be a newbie. Juan was really good and I didn’t stand a chance of bluffing my way through the class. So the very charming, handsome dancer poked and prodded me for a whole hour making sure my form was correct. Luckily, his accent made the constant reminders about my abdomen come out charming and not annoying! It was the kind of class that reminds you why Pilates can be so great, because it is so hard when every millimeter is watched. Seriously though, I swear, I think he had just a sick sense when my core wasn’t engaged enough. “Abdomen!” It will be a long time before I get that out of my head when I do any core work…which is probably a good thing!
It was such a beautiful, Indian-Summer kind of day that I decided after class to walk home, since really, the walk over the glorious Brooklyn Bridge into Brooklyn is one of my favorites in the city.
Tuesday felt like the universe giving me a little reminder of this important fact: Life may not be perfect but it really is wonderful.