PILATES

- Hey, you know you’re suppose to take at least a class a week for the
challenge?

- Yeah…I’m going to try to fit one in before I go out of town. Maybe Friday or
Saturday.

- There’s a Pilates class right after this (session).  Do you want to take
it?…You can.

- Pilates? hmmm….

Kimo- pushing me over the hurdle of procrastination right into the middle of a
Pilates class.

Nice. Back-to-back with a Kimo-session. Didn’t plan that one…

In the spirit of acceptance, mentally knowing this was a great idea and
actually, especially-convienent…After two-half thoughts:

-yeah… Yes, thank-you.  That would be great.

I felt really tired that Thursday, all day and during my TBF session.  I didn’t
really know what Pilates was.  We

don’t really watch TV, but I have heard the Pilates word before.  I associated
it with yoga.  I’ve never done ‘yoga’ but it

sounds like it might be a way to ease down from a Kimo training session. “Here’s
a twenty-pound ball…throw it at me…10 times…10 times – 3 times….”

“Now take your knee up to ninety degrees…kick, swing it back, lunge, bend,
bring it back, switch it to the left leg, bring

the left knee up to a ninety degree angle, kick forward…..”  (This particular
composition is a downfall for me.  I keep saying to myself:

‘Combine small failures with small successes’….’try a kick’..’I still can’t
get my knee up’…’Failures are good’….’Failure is an edge’…’I think I am
going to fall’.)   In my head, Pilates sounded like a welcome alternative to
this movement series.

Cliche: There’s always a first time for everything.

Like the first day at a new job- Pilates, made me feel somewhat uncomfortable,
in that way.  The territory and concepts were unfamiliar.

It was nice to see a couple people from around town in the class (smart /good
people – enjoyable to unexpectly run into.)

Kasi, the instructor, also made it enjoyable.  I liked how she used phrases -
“If this doesn’t work for you…it’s okay to try it like….this (perfect.)  If
you want more of a challenge…you can try it like this…(perfect for my
neighboring-mat friend.)

Next time, my son’s buddy’s mom, may come with me.

She’s a trained dancer.  When we were chatting, later that night she mentioned
she got a ‘Pilates machine’ that she still has to figure out.

It would be interesting to see a dancer, who is used to methodical, precise
movements, encounter this form of movement, as well as Kimo’s -’confuse your
muscles- use new movements – all the time’ thoughts.

Another good night & experience at TBF.

Shawn   I  PURE DETROIT