Me.
In workout pants, and a tank top. Stretching out on a yoga mat.
I'm at a pilates class. For the first time ever.
Feeling really cool. Because I've done pilates. I have a video. Its a 20 minute one - I've done it at least 10 times. Maybe more.
Zero of which have been in the last 2 years, but still. I know how to do pilates.
So the class starts and we're stretching and I'm feeling good. I'm looking around at the 20 somethings - thinking… "Whatever, I've got this." Then I glance around to the 50 and 60 somethings thinking, "OH yeah. I've GOT this."
Fast forward 7 minutes. Now picture me sweating.
Profusely.
I have a little rubber ball between my ankles, my feet are extended at a 45 degree angle and I'm attempting to do some kind of sit up while breathing gracefully. But my legs are shaking uncontrollably. And I'm gasping for breath. And I can't do the sit up part without actually using my hands to sit myself up. And then the ball slips out from my ankles and goes bouncing across the room.
As I duck my head and crouch through the dimly lit room chasing my ball, hearing Enya cry out to me in the background, I realize something. All those 50 and 60 year old woman I judged as I rolled in there with my sweat towel that would later save me from drowning…. Yeah. They TOTALLY rocked it. Like legs of steel and smooth movement and calm breathing and everything.
And for one minute, I hated those woman with their spandex pants and cute bobs with sweatbands and glistening smiles.
I was a mess. And I wanted to run away. But I couldn't, because it would be so obvious. So I had to tough it out for 50 more minutes. Yeah, thats right. 50 more minutes of muscles so tired they shake and do not do what your mind is telling them to do. Of hair falling out of a pony tail because instead of keeping my shoulders "engaged" like you are supposed to, my head is floppy and hitting the yoga mat every other move. I'm pretty sure I have a rats nest of knots and sweat. And embarrassment.
And when it was all over - the instructor said to me (Yes, very obviously right square in my eyes, to me…), "Come back again… it does get easier…"
Yep. Everybody in that room knew that I got owned by pilates.
And I dragged my tired rear end out of there as quickly as I could.
4 comments:
Way to stick it out Sister...the question is... will you be going back?
this is why i opt for the yoga/pilates/tai something combo class.
although it still tends to own me.
sigh.
you are too cute, Kenz. You have to go back! You can't let the old 50 year olds beat you!!!
Hahahaha!!! I LOVE this story!! I've been there! I, too, have the video, yet still can do the "roll-up" without having a kid sit on my feet. Pathetic, I know. Great post! [PS: happy to see those numbers keep falling!]
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