Littleton's Fierce45 is not for the faint of heart. Or the sane. But, dagnabit, I want to go back again!
If yoga and medieval torture had a baby, you'd get high-intensity pilates.
For the unfamiliar, I'm up to try anything once, be it a sensory deprivation tank or a cryotherapy chamber, so no one could ever accuse me of not being adventurous. When I was extended an offer to take a class at Fierce45, I, of course, said I would because a) I love fitness and b) pilates look easy ... at least they do on Mari Winsor's DVD sets.
Boy howdy, I was in for a surprise.
I honestly didn't know what to expect, I just put on my Lululemon (a.k.a. the hardest-working leggings in Colorado) and headed towards the 'burbs. The kind and welcoming staff managed to lull me into a false sense of security that this would somehow be gentle and low-impact, but lo and behold, it was far from it.
Y'all know that old torture device, the rack? It's the sexier version that's attached to wheels and springs.
On this device, you sit, stand, squat, and press various targeted areas of your body while holding various muscle-howling poses for 45 minutes.
By the end of this grueling session, I felt both accomplished and strong. I worked parts of my body that I didn't know existed and the afterglow of the exercises gave me a sense of rejuvenation that I rarely get from other fitness regimens.
The overall vibe from Fierce45 is one that encourages a sense of purpose, dedication, and self-care. The experienced staff guided me through each exercise with a precision on the same level as microsurgery.
While the residual soreness has since faded, my desire to go back has not. I can't wait to be tortured all over again!