Pilates
So… some stuff has happened since I last blogged; I moved in with my girlfriend, quit my job, got a new job and joined a gym. This post is going to be about that last item – I went to my first Pilates class earlier this evening, and it was really hard.
I’ve been getting less and less fit since I was about 18, when I started shunning the daylight for the phosphor glow of a CRT. My posture has suffered and, according to Rachel, I now look like Mr. Burns… The time is right to do something about it.
Having joined the gym and had a “workout plan” to increase general levels of fitness, Rachel and I decided it would be good to go to a Pilates class (apparently this is good for “core” strength) as well. We looked over the timetable for a suitable class, i.e: a beginner level one for me, since the closest I’ve ever come to Pilates is watching that Yellow Pages advert with James Nesbitt…
Long story short, it turned out to be an intermediate or advanced class, which was far, far too hard for my puny body. (The beginner class probably would have been tough enough.) The instructor complimented both of us as we left the class, but in my case she was probably just being polite.
The moral of the story is, its not just a load of old ladies going “hmmmm…..”, but also some flabby blokes going “aaarrrgh” 
April 24th, 2007