Around Christmas I bought a 5-class pack to Epic Hybrid Training on Amazon Local. My ankle was still pretty bad, but at $10 a class with six months to use it, it seemed worth it. Matt bought one too. It sounded like a nice thing to do together. (Spoiler alert: we’ve only gone together once.)
So what is Epic Hybrid Training? It’s a studio with two NY locations that’s set up to prepare students to kick ass at Spartan Races. (You know those races where warrior-like humans crawl under barbed wire and through mud?)
Not this kind of Spartan:
My best bud Natalie lives in San Francisco. This is very inconvenient for hanging out. But when she does grace the East Coast (or when I visit her out West) we easily fall back into old routines.
It’s been nearly two months since my last post.
Cycling 22 miles to Coney Island was pretty much a mic drop as far as this blog and my fitness life are concerned so I’m okay with the dramatic hiatus.
I am certain that questions of my whereabouts crowded web forums in similar style to chatter about Tupac’s disappearance. That is unless you follow me on Instagram. From my millennial-esque oversharing, you know exactly where I was. (#ButWhereisTupacREALLY?)
Hello! I spent the past week in DC and squeezed in two barre classes. The first at Biker Barre in Capitol Hill and the second at BFit on 14th Street near Logan Circle. (Super specific for any local DC readers!)
The Nicole Haber Barre Class Road Show continues!
I received a cortisone shot. After 5 months with no change to my ankle, my doctor (the second one) suggested a cortisone shot.
This wasn’t a surprise, he mentioned it as an option a few months ago should the pain persist, which it did. Currently, I’m of the belief that any action is better than the months of inaction, so nervously I agreed. I can be a little finicky at the doctor’s office. I never refuse treatment or cry or make a scene. But I’ll make about 20 nervous jokes in the span of 4 minutes all of which are directly related to my fear.