Wow! I went to Pilates at the Y today and it kicked my ass. I am shaky all over the place. And it feels great! I can really tell that I've been putting some muscles on doing the "gym" stuff as I was able to handle things that involved not just supporting my upper body weight with my arms but using them to move my body (as I was on a sliding platform) ... and it went fine! One of these exercises involved standing up on the sliding platform, bending at the waist to grab a bar at knee level (in front of me), then moving the sliding platform with my stomach muscles - and I was even able to do that. (This is called "the elephant" for those who care.) Man, I'm feeling so chuffed I want to take the instructor out to lunch.
But instead I'm back at work, wolfing down my leftovers from last night (this has been the week of tiny budget for me) and wondering where, oh where, did my prepaid Pilates card go? £30 pounds of fun, lost somewhere - maybe in the floor of the other gym. Boo.
Tonight, my fourth night in a row at home, only this time I'm going to remember to pack, really.