Like Pilates, Nia started out as a secret of the dance community. Drawing on yoga, martial arts and ecstatic movement, it gives you the same kind of body-rush
GUEST COLUMN: KATY LEASK— I stood in the doorway of the studio, barefoot and skeptical. After a brutal day at a draining job, I had dragged myself to the gym. My friend, the Nia enthusiast, assured me that I would LOVE this class, so I filed in after a teenager, a couple hard-bodies in Lulu Lemon, a few middle-aged women, and a senior citizen.
It definitely wasn’t aerobics, though there were basic steps and choreography. It wasn’t the dance class of my youth, either.
There was the thrill of dancing in a group, especially with everyone adding frequent sound effects or vocalizations to tighten up the core as we kicked . . .