JAC B. TALKS
I go to Zumba once a week, run sporadically and have 10 identical tennis skirts in different colors. So when a friend asked if I wanted to try Pure Barre, I was in.
I walked into class with a t-shirt, nike shorts and no make up ready for a workout that I've heard so much about. When I went up to the front desk the woman told me I needed leggings. I told her I could go change, but she said I was fine. My friend handed me the special Pure Barre socks and we walked into the studio.
I was not fine.
Pure Barre is a hot girl workout class. Every single woman in the class was in full makeup, a cute pair of Lulu's and a stack of perfectly arranged bracelets.
In front of each of us were two small weights, a cord and a ball. The door locked and the workout began.
My instructor counted out the reps in uncomfortable sexy groans....1...uh...2...uh...3....uh. I could not stop laughing. When I tell you this was hot girl workout class, this was hot girl workout class.
While I'm cracking up at the instructor and my own lack of strength, every girl is eyeing the other. Pure Barre had this intense competitive atmosphere. I will give cred where it's deserved though, these ladies were incredibly strong! Pure Barre is no joke.
After class, I went back to the front desk to fake act interested in a membership, so I could use that class as my free trial. The front desk girl assumed I wasn't coming back and charged me $20.
It was a good workout, but the atmosphere wasn't for me. I much prefer my non-threating Zumba class with older moms.