I was curious to dip into the TRX wave, so took a class at PowerPilates with a friend. I can understand the aficionados - the workout targeted every aspect of my lower body that I might want (Marquis splits his sessions up into upper body one day, lower body the next). I was fairly sore the next day - in that hits the sweet spot kind of way - and the hour went by quickly. To the creators of TRX, a round of applause.
Marquis on the other hand, not so much. Whether he was there to drink coffee, check his phone, or teach, I'm not sure. On more than three occasions, he teased me and a friend in a falsetto baby voice for asking questions about a move; when I alerted him to back pain in an exercise (a chronic thing I can usually manage), he asserted "you just have a weak back." (Again, insert falsetto voice "But it hurts, Marquis!" comment here). At no point did I feel connected to the movement or my body. Marquis made little effort to show adjustments or to cater to the individual. Lackluster playlist and condescending sidebar jokes, I left feeling not particularly recharged, cleansed, or good about the hour (or $30) I'd just spent, and considered sticking around for pilates mat - a class I can applaud PP for their detailed cues and focus. Marquis gave the impression that the class was "his rodeo, ladies, so do it or not!" Next time, I'll go with not.