A Week Into Her New Orangetheory Membership, Dana Has Mixed Emotions
Like many Floridians (whoa, see how I just did that? called myself a Floridian?), I'm a little body-obsessed. It's a byproduct of living in a state that requires bikini-readiness roughly 10 months a year. Believe me, when I lived in NYC I allowed myself to get pudgy and pasty-pale every winter. (And I have the spring break vacay pics to prove it. Shudder…)
Back to Florida.
Because I expected to be playing Ultimate Tennis with my buddy Isabelle this summer, I took a break in my personal training sessions with Matt "Bodyrush Fitness" Gardner. Matt is fantastic; I can't say enough good things about that guy. But it takes me 30 minutes just to get to his gleaming little private studio, so I was glad to catch a wee break from all that driving.
As it turns out, Ultimate Tennis didn't happen this summer because there weren't enough participants from the St. Pete area. I guess people prefer to go on holiday rather than smacking a fuzzy yellow ball around outdoors in 100-degree heat and 1000 percent humidity.
How crazy is that?
Though I've still been playing tennis and taking lessons the past 10 weeks or so, I decided I needed to do something else, too. Something weight-y.
Yes, I could have gone straight back to Matt. And I'm sure I'll return soon. Matt has so many clients, and is so secure in his talents, that he's totally okay if you leave and come back, leave and come back.
Until I get back to Matt, I decided to try Orangetheory.
I know, I know; how very 2014 of me.
It’s just that I’ve seen some amazing transformations in the handful of "OTF" addicts I know, including a couple from my Racquet Club that my hubby and I are great friends with. Let's just call them Kristin and Roger. Kristin and Roger look fantastic, and they're completely smitten with Orangetheory.
My colorist Lisa Daniels is an OTF addict, too. In fact, Lisa said she gets so excited before class starts that she feels like she's in line for a ride at Disney World. Adorable, no?
Lisa goes to Orangetheory four times a week, so she’s full of tips and tricks. And the next time I’m in her chair for a roots touch-up, I’m gonna plague her with questions. But until then, I thought I’d share two lists: Stuff I Like About Orangetheory and Stuff I Don’t Like About Orangetheory. Off we go…
STUFF I DIG
1. It’s obviously a great workout. I don’t think that fact can be disputed. For anyone who’s never experienced Orangetheory, it’s HIIT - High Interval Intensity Training, which means you are moving. Carved into three zones - rowing, treadmill and free weights / bodyweight moves - you’re bouncing back and forth, quickly, for a solid hour. The benefits of HIIT are well-documented.
2. It takes place in a seriously cheerful, well-designed space. Is there a lot of…ahem…perspiration flying all over the room? Fur shur. But please try to not think about that. And clean-up after yourself with one of the endless wipes the instructor is handing you, k?
3. It’s super-organized. There are many, many systems in play at Orangetheory. You get the feeling that EVERY. LAST. THING. has been thought of, from those little strap-on heart monitors to the obligatory high-fiving you do with the instructor as you walk through the door.
STUFF I DON’T DIG
1. It’s a little too “you’re on your own.” This is especially true in the free weight / bodyweight section of the class. Sure, I’m used to a personal trainer scrutinizing my every dumbbell move, and I know Orangetheory is a group class packed with people who already know what they’re doing. Still, I definitely get the sense that the instructors really don’t want to “get in there” and show you correct form. Maybe there should be a beginner class? Or a “weights wimp” class? It can be intimidating.
2. It’s unisex. This is just a “me” thing, and it’s not like I didn’t know that going in. (Hello? Kristin and Roger? My superfit Racquet Club pals? They swear by their joint sweat seshes at Orangetheory.) Still, I’m not 1000 percent sure I like working out with a bunch of random dudes. If Hubby would join, that would be fantastic. Hubby? You reading this?
3. It feels cult-y. Listen, there are way worse cults than cults built around burning the flab off your body. And maybe, if I stick with it, I’ll become one of those zero-percent bodyfat OTF nuts, too. I’m not there yet, but hopefully I will be soon.