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Frame

After a hugely successful Pfeffer PR press day getting tipsy on a specially-made cocktail [I had the Body Editions cocktail I seem to recall - an Hourglass: Vodka + pear juice with a hint of fragrant rosemary and a twist of lime! Delish] I got chatting to PR Emma, Andrea Pfeffer’s right-hand girl. We got talking about fitness and I mentioned how great it’s been working with Dean Callis. Well, one thing lead to another and before I knew it Emma was booking me in for a trial session at Frame in Shoreditch. If you haven’t heard of it yet, you soon will – of all the gyms and fitness studios in London this has got to be the hippest one.

Alongside dance, yoga, pilates and Bend It Like Barbie classes (love the sound of that one!) they have developed the Frame signature classes. I had a go at Frame Method, the latest of the three signature classes. Combining the best bits from cult classes in NY and LA like Physique 57, Core Fusion and Bar Method, this class encompasses pilates, yoga and general fitness. It’s a non-impact workout with an upbeat soundtrack; this was more about strengthening muscle groups through squeezes, lunges and lifts than getting out of breath. The worst/best was holding the pilates ball between upper thighs and then, using the barre for support, squatting on tiptoes. Ouch! I definitely felt that for the next couple of days.

This is a fast-paced, upbeat class – the hour whizzes by because of the variety of exercises. Although some of the moves are tricky, no one said that looking good was going to be easy.

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Posted: November 18th, 2011
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Dean Callis puts me through my paces

For anyone who knows me, you’ll know that childhood puppy fat and years of weight fluctuation have stayed with me into my early twenties. Quite literally. Despite two good years of gym enthusiasm (I was the exception to the rule – slimming down in my first years of university as everyone else piled on the lbs due to too much booze) things took a turn for the worse after a year in Berlin (forget the booze, I’m all about the Brot and Bratwurst). So when I was approached by Dean Callis, a former professional rugby player turned personal trainer, a few weeks back I was more than intrigued by his offer of training.

I’ve found it increasingly difficult to stick to a gym routine recently as I will always prioritise work. But the joy of having a personal trainer is knowing that you’ll make an appointment and then you have to stick to it. I may be lazy, but I’m not rude – making an appointment to train means someone is there waiting for you, someone else is invested in your health and fitness.

As decadent and indulged as I feel having a trainer, for the kind of girl who got on with academia rather than P.E. this is exactly what I needed. That much was clear from our first session yesterday morning. ….

Taking place in a central London park, I started off with a warm up which gradually progressed to circuits. A combination of *delightful* exercises such as running around cones, squatting and jumping, I have to say – this was hard. Dean was great though, reminding me to breathe through my nose/out through my mouth, counting down the seconds until I could rest, and encouraging me to push myself when I was starting to flail.

When those cones went away I was so happy! And I was even happier to see that the next item Dean was pulling out of his bag of tricks was a pair of boxing gloves. I’ve always wanted to have a go at boxing and I often forget that my arms also need working to avoid, as my flatmate E. says, ‘noodle arms’. Punching in a rhythmic series was very therapeutic and a much easier work out inasmuch as I didn’t feel like I might faint at any moment as I had with the circuits (I am not a morning person!)

Winding down the session, we ended with sit ups in which I lifted a 3kg medicine ball towards Dean who stood on my toes to keep me steady. I thought I was alright with abs work until I realised lifting myself that extra bit higher using only my stomach muscles was not something I’ve ever really done. It felt like until that moment these muscles had laid dormant, unbeknownst to me beneath the flab. I have to admit, I was – and am – ashamed!

Finally I did some squats, the last of which I held for about 30secs until Dean told me the hour was up. It really didn’t feel like I’d been working out for a whole 60minutes as we’d changed exercises plenty of times to keep things interesting. I bounced out of the park with a new energy – one that was annoyingly absent during the first 20mins of the session, excitement to be investing in my health (and of course a better, stronger body) and a complete confidence in Dean’s capabilities. It’s like he says – “No rest is worth anything, except the rest that is earned”.

Posted: October 7th, 2011
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