This week is my vacation since starting full-time. That's not to say I've been lazing around doing nothing. Quite the opposite in fact.
This past year has been a good one. I moved to Chicago, started my big kid job as a management consultant, and started a long distance relationship.
The SWEAT workout was broken into three segment. The warm-up and tabata portions were instructor-led, however the main HIIT segment of the class was 40 minutes of self-paced HIIT.
Sign me up for a HIIT class and 45 minutes later I don’t know what hit me. But a barre class? That’s a completely different story.
We managed to (almost) meet Drake, cause excessive amounts of liver damage, and get our tan on — all in one weekend.
Just because you work with men, doesn't mean you have to dress like them.
At first, I figured that occasionally skipping a couple of weekend workouts was no big deal. Before I knew it, I had picked up a few pounds. I knew that I needed to figure out a way to get those weekend workouts in without fail.
My client decided to take us to a Grand Prix styled, all-electric, indoor go-karting venue for a little bit of competitive team bonding.
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