A little over two years ago my best friend talked me into coming to Crowbar with her. We made a deal that I’d suffer through a spin class with her if she’d come to a Barre class with me, and after that first class I was hooked. Right after our class in the parking lot my friend told me her husband had gotten a job in Austin and they were moving, but I’m so thankful she introduced me to Crowbar before she left!
Over the years I’ve joined several different gyms, but I never found one that motivated me the way Crowbar does. Now rather than forcing myself to go into a huge gym where I’d mindlessly get on an elliptical for thirty minutes, I actually look forward to going to Crowbar where I know I’ll be engaged and challenged. The instructors know you by name, the classes are full of friendly and familiar faces, and there’s something about the whoosh of the water barrels on the rowers that’s oddly calming (even when your heart is pounding). I actually hate when things come up now that keep me from getting to my workout—a feeling that’s new to me when it comes to exercise. Having done ballet growing up, Barre was where I started, but after a while I got the courage to start exploring other classes. Although I was initially intimidated, they work to suit all different levels and the only real competition is against yourself—each month I try to shave another couple seconds off my split time in IndoRow or I’ll see if I can balance a little longer in Barre than I did the week before. I remember my legs shaking so hard after just ten minutes of that first Barre class in January 2013 that I thought they’d give out and everyone would politely stare at the poor new girl on the floor, but I made it through on my feet! And now, two years and hundreds of classes later my legs (and the rest of me) are stronger than they’ve ever been, and even though my legs still shake after all those pliés, I know they’ll keep holding me up and that I’ll be back a few days later for more.