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Well, after a week of getting my courage up, I attended my first Pilates class at the fitness center. It was me and two senior ladies that made up the class. The instructor was an 18 year old high school figure skater with a body like I could not believe. That actually made me excited…a very good endorsement for the class.

Turns out I have no balance. No flexibility. No agility. And very little else required to do the movement of Pilates. And the floor to ceiling mirrors emphasized this fact and the fact that I did not choose the most flattering shorts and t-shirts for the class.

I felt like an elephant at the circus standing beside the trapeze artists. Especially when the body ball was brought into the mix and I lumbered around the studio chasing it around as it shot out from under my legs, my stomach and my back. A look in the mirror verified that I indeed looked as ridiculous as I felt.

Lifting my pelvis toward the ceiling sounds easy, right? Well, not so easy when my ass is weighing it down. I also have a chest cold, so I didn’t even excel at the inhale/exhale parts of the class because I would inhale and hack for 2 minutes as my exhale.  

 Sigh. Oh well. I’m proud of myself for going in the first place and the two other ladies were super-supportive of me. And the instructor was the most bubbly, encouraging person I have ever met. Eventually, I’m told, it gets easier.