I hadn’t taken a DEFINE body class in a while but I walked in flaunting my Ironman water bottle, ready to kill this workout. At the moment, my legs felt fresh & my only worry were the sprints I’d be doing the next day, still underestimating the class, which got increasingly challenging as it went on. I tried keeping a straight face & convinced myself that my sweat was the only reason I couldn’t keep the form, pulsing to the beat of Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics. I took a break and sat down in my pool of sweat as the lady next to me finished the set with a smile on her face and a lightly damp sweatband. She bent down asking me if I was okay. Let’s just say I have a whole new respect for barre classes.