So of course, taking all that into account, why wouldn't I challenge myself to start experimenting more at the gym? It makes perfect sense right? Of course it doesn't, but hey I am up for a laugh if you are... I know you are. I figure, part of 2017 is pushing some boundaries. So here I am. Pushing boundaries and doing stuff that is hard or scary or sometimes both for me. Obviously, after deciding to do something new, I made the wise decision to try something that I would at least be relatively good at right? Wrong again!
I dived head first into Reformer Pilates. I booked the class, I was going to pilates. Nope, not pies and lattes but I had signed up to roll around on a one of those contraptions that sort of looks like a medieval torture device, in a room full of 20 other strangers. Delightful right? I'm not so sure about that, but at least I could post on social media because its what all the cool kids seem to be doing. That and soul cycle. But I don't live in LA and I am not that kind of girl.
As I waited for the class to start, the following thoughts flooded my head:
ONE. There is a good chance that I am not going to be able to do any of the moves that they are about to ask me to do.
TWO. I don't think that I am cool enough to this this hip thing that all the instagram babes are doing it. I am pretty sure to do pilates I need to have perfect eyeliner and spend more money on my activewear than my regular clothes [hello Lulu and Lorna]
THREE. Do I need abs for this? I don't even have one ab, let alone multiple abs. There is a good change this lack of abs is going to contribute to point one. Again.
FOUR. Maybe I will just lay here for 55 minutes until the class is over. That counts as exercise food. I wonder how many calories laying still for the best part of an hour will burn. Maybe then I could get cookies. Because you know, I will have exercised.
FIVE. If I die, I hope Greg remembers to feed the cat tonight.
The class ended. And I am pleased to report that I made it. I was alive. Can you believe it? Of course you can. I may have been a tad melodramatic prior to the class starting. I actually left the class feeling pretty good. We learnt a bunch of foundational moves, concentrated on controlling the breath, and getting use to moving around on the reformer bed. Truth be told, I couldn't actually feel much during or straight after the class. Boy, was I in for a shock.
Enter the day after the event... A little less than 18 hours after my first class, and I realise that my body has found muscles that it didn't know existed 19 hours ago. My obliques [I think thats what was hurting the most] were on fire. So much so that Alicia Keys could have written a song about them. Getting out of bed hurt. Laughing definitely hurt. Everything hurt. It was amazing to me that after 55 minutes of what didn't feel like a whole lot, my body felt like it had been through the ringer. Of course, day two obviously was worse. Because DOMs is a real bitch.
A couple of days later I decided to give it another crack. It can't have been that bad if I went back so soon right? I felt stronger already. My breathing was easier, more controlled, and the movements felt a little more natural the second time around. We tried a couple of new moves, one which I absolutely didn't have the strength to do, but I felt the tiniest amount of progress, and I was hooked. I booked classes for the rest of the week. Every second day. And I fucking loved it. There were bodies of all different shapes and sizes. There were people who were just starting out, and ones who had obviously been doing it for a while. There were moves I could do, and ones I couldn't but the instructors always had a modification for me. I felt strong. I felt my body changing.
Its been over a month since my first reformer class. I am going twice a week. I am feeling stronger, I am noticing a difference in my posture, and my breathing even off the bed. So I guess, thats a win. This round goes to me. I wonder what I will try next.