Merritt Clubs Blog

It should probably always be all about me, but whatever.

Welcome to 2018! It’s me again, the (once) Fitness Newbie, back for a new year of challenges! It’s going to be an amazing year.

My loyal followers! Welcome to my last blog. (Don’t worry, there will be other blogs so you don’t have to collapse in a heap of misery.) Here’s what I’ve learned throughout my year-long process, including a list of my most valuable lessons. I hope these pointers make it to your fridge and serve as inspiration for years to come! 

BODYCOMBAT timeeeeeeeee! Ok guys, I think I found my favorite class because this one is AWESOME! Maybe it’s just my personality that made me enjoy this class, because the idea that I am spending an hour beating up an imaginary person really appeals to me.

Hi there loyal followers! 'Tis I, the not-so-new-at-this-anymore fitness newbie! What class did I take this time you may ask? Well I took TWO! *Gasp* It’s getting crazy in here. Sorry, I’m just so awesome now that taking one new class wasn’t enough of a challenge.

The class I took this time was Les Mills BODYPUMP. I’ve been avoiding this class for a while. I knew it was a weight lifting class and I’ve seen people go in there and just know all the equipment you need to grab and it’s all just very intimidating! I didn’t know if I could commit to that knowing that I might look like a total idiot. But as far as I know, I didn’t look like an idiot!

Holy dance moves Batman!

Okay, so maybe BODYATTACK isn’t really dancing, at least presumably not compared to Zumba or BODYJAM. But it is still a very fast-paced choreographed routine that I was not great at. And when I say not great, I mean everyone in the class was basically a professional and I just tried not to break my face.

So I accidentally took Soul Body Power this week. Or maybe not really accidentally, but I signed up for Power Yoga and then saw that it was for intermediate-advanced fitness levels, got freaked out, and signed up for Soul Body Power ten minutes before it started. The good thing was, it was only 30 minutes so I could still get home before my boyfriend, leaving me time to binge on ice cream without his judgment (or worse, wanting to SHARE!).

See the title of this blog? This one is about cycle. I know, it’s clever.

Hot Yoga.

It’s pretty hot, I gotta say. I have been dying to try this, especially because my regular Yoga instructor, Abir, who teaches at Buckingham, always says your muscles need to be warm to stretch. So I tried Hot Yoga with Cory at Fort Avenue.