Lux

S dragged J & I to a beginner pilates class this morning and can I just say that I am still hurting. Clearly I do have core muscles because they are absolutely killing me. I would like to collapse down dead and die!

Although, I swear at one point J - and possibly me - was going to get kicked out for a combination of swearing and laughing. He'd be trying to do the routine and swearing away, which would start me laughing, then he'd start laughing... Or then I'd be swearing cos she wanted my body to do what now? So J'd start laughing at me. We're as bad as kids at times.
If the exercises hadn't killed us, S pretty much would have. Luckily, she could see the funny side of it and, like me, J's smile leaves her knees weak.
S enjoyed the exercise part of the class so that's important at least. She wants to continue going but I'm not sure how welcome me and J will be next week.

Mind you, I would like to sit down with that perky titted instructor and discuss with her the meaning of the word 'beginner'. Because that class? Did NOT feel very beginning. Trust me.