I had no idea I could get such an ass whoop'n while lying down on the ground. Sweet Jesus Pilates is hard!
During the class I would get so psyched to have made it into position only to find out that it was time to do leg lifts, or ab pulls or something or other. I thought just getting all twisted up was the exercise!
The entire time I had this mantra in my head. "Please do not fart. Do not fart. Don't fart!" Of course I farted. I made it almost all of the way through class. Then we did these Yoga stretches (felt awesome!) and I totally tossed one backwards at the size 0 teenagers behind me. Just when I thought I could do no more the class ended. Ended! "Wow, I can so do this! Maybe I should do a little jog on the treadmill now I've still got some energy in me!" I optimistically thought. By the time I was halfway home I could barely manage to push down on the gas pedal. I am jelly.
Whinging aside, I had a great time. I will be back for more as I am on a quest to start taking care of myself. Since I get bored easily I'm just gonna keep taking random classes. Though I am going to try and give Pilates another go, much to the delight of the teenagers I farted at I'm sure.
Tommorow I'm giving Aqua Core a try. It's 45 minutes of working out your "core" body in the water. This appeals to me because I will be launching myself towards the hot tub as soon as I finish the class. No doubt it will be a belly crawl across the tile till I can aim a jet at my rear end.