like, fitness adderall?

My selective ADD is most prevalent in learning institutions, dating and fitness. While there’s no real cure for the first two inevitable situations, I found the perfect drug for the last: John Garey Pilates.

One day you’re setting your muscles on fire in a Ballet Barre class, the next day you’re dripping in Spinning; one day you’re getting pushed to your wit’s end in Boot Camp, the next day you’re suspended in TRX straps; and, if you think you’re tough like me, one hour you’re abs are falling off in Mat Pilates, and the next hour you’re going into cardiac arrest in a Fitness Trampoline class. That next day was rough.

reps on reps on reps

Nestled right up above my old college hangover chomping grounds is, ironically a studio for, GASP, physical activity. When I bought my $19 unlimited month pass to Physique on 6th on Living Social, I didn’t know that anything else existed on Redondo Ave. and 6th St. but eggs, potatoes, toast and lots of coffee.



I was drawn to Physique on 6th first for the discount, second for the Pilates classes, and third because I was in a walking boot and I thought that maybe, just maybe, I found a way to burn at least some calories. I was nervous that the owner and instructor, Rebecca Cisneros, would turn me away because of my injury, but she welcomed me into the class with modifications and tons encouragement.