As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been struggling with
the whole “work becoming my life” thing. It wasn’t long before I became sick of
the routine: wake up, work out, go to work, come home, go to bed. B-O-R-I-N-G.
So I thought I’d try something new. And what better way to “stretch”
myself than with pilates?! (OK, maybe yoga would have been a better way to
"stretch" myself, but I took a yoga class in college and I needed something fresh
and exciting.) Long story short, I signed up for a weekly pilates class at my
local community center.
As I anticipated, my fellow “pilate-ers” were mostly
middle-aged women, with the exception of two middle-aged men. (OK, so perhaps not
the best way to make friends in the area.)
But BOY did the workout kick my young, moderately in shape
butt. Although I didn’t break a sweat during the hour-long sesson, the soreness
in my mid-section subsided just yesterday (just in time for class number two
tonight…grreat).
By far, the best part was the five minute relaxation at the
end of the class. Typically, I enjoy this part because I fall into a state of magical
relaxation unattainable in the hustle and bustle of daily life.
However, this time I enjoyed it for another reason. My
teacher, gazing at the full moon outside the classroom window, spoke to us whimsically
about how wonderful it was – for the whole five minutes. (Actually, now that I
think about it, she was more praising the moon as if no one could hear her.) For
those of you special human beings who still watch Survivor, she reminded me of
Coach. It was all I could do to hold in my laughter and force the smile off my
face.
Overall, I enjoyed the class and the chance to learn
something new. I look forward to going again tonight. Definitely no full moon
this time…maybe I’ll get some relaxation in!
