In my quest for a body that doesn't show my middle-age, I signed up to do pilates classes three days a week. After attending one beginners class and feeling a tad more advanced than the rest of the class, I mentioned to the instructor this morning that I had actually done pilates before and whispered, "Do you think I could move up to the intermediate class?" "I'll watch you and let you know at the end of this session", she whispered back.
Well, after breathing in to prepare, moving my thigh but not my hip, extending my leg with a straighened knee, holding my abdominals toward my spine, bringing my knees into tabletop making sure my feet aren't above my knees and my back is in neutral position, I decided I'd better just stick with the beginner's class for a while! This was further reinforced when I returned home and felt like I was climbing Mount Everest rather than the stairs and it was an effort to lift my arms above my head whilst having a shower! Yes, it's been a while since I've done any pilates but my class this morning emphasised my love for the exercise. I've missed it. Next stop, yoga!
Now breathe out...slowly.
I underestimated Pilates when I first tried it - I ached for days. I have had a break from it for about 3 months and after reading your tale realise it is going to be tough when I eventually (soon) do go back to it.
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