today i am featured on the bar method soho’s facebook page. featured is a strange word, i suppose. i’m not really featured – they asked me to write a story about my experience there, i obliged, and today, it went live, along with a decidedly awkward picture of me pretending to be a ballerina at age 8. to say i am flattered is an understatement. to say i’m honored would be putting it lightly.
i know it sounds silly, to be excited about a facebook post, especially one on a page dedicated to a fitness regime. but to me, and i believe, to many other women (and a smattering of men) in this city, the bar method is so much more than that. so much, in fact, that i almost feel like it’s insulting to call it a fitness class. the bar method transcends the idea of exercise and pushes you to something further: it soothes the soul.
if you’ve been reading this blog for a little while, you’ve already heard me wax poetic about my love for the bar method, so i’ll spare you the repetition. but suffice it to say, i am so, so, so happy to have found it. bar method, you have my heart. as the quote above says, the cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the ocean. i don’t think i’ll ever rid myself of tears, and the ocean’s a train ride away, but when all else fails, i’ll be able to sweat it out at the bar.
every bar method class ends with a minute of silent meditation, and the encouragement to inhale, exhale, and “let it all go.” and praise jesus, mary and joseph (says the jew), i think i’m finally learning how to do that. and i’ve got no one to thank for that but the bar.