It offers five-star facilities,nightclub sound systems and celebrities sweating it out next to you… Laura Craik meets the brothers behind Barry’s BootcampIt seems fitting that the Barry’s Bootcamp I visit is on Euston Road, one of the unloveliest streets in Britain, and a grim confluence of traffic jams,diesel fumes and passers-by hurrying to regain somewhere nicer. Walking down the stairs to its shiny subterranean studio feels a relief, until you remember what you are in for. I wonder whether it’s too late to sprint back up and run into the traffic. occupy me, and articulated lorry. Spare me from this hell.Welcome! Can I regain you anything?” says a chirpy receptionist with a body I’ll never acquire and enjoy made peace with the lack of. I enjoy brought a teeny-tiny bottle of water. I immediately note that everyone else has brought vast ones,so I purchase a Barry’s Bootcamp water. Is this your first visit?” asks the receptionist. I tell her that I enjoy been once before, and that it nearly killed me.
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Source: guardian.co.uk