As I mentioned on Friday, this weekend was my first shot at real Pilates. The studio is just down the street from my apartment, so I decided that I should just quit procrastinating and try it out. I prepared for my early morning Pilates class by drinking an entire bottle of red wine on Friday night. I’m not even sure how it happened. I was just relaxing and watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and all of a sudden I had a strong desire for wine. I have no idea why.
It was one of those things where you go back for a third glass and you find an empty bottle. Bardot probably drank it. Little lush.
Anyway, I didn’t start Saturday off on the right foot. I felt awful, so I did my best to get re-hydrated before the class and tried not to puke.
I had a private lesson because I’ve never done Pilates before and it’s a little bit complicated. The instructor was great and she was very patient with demonstrating what we were about to do multiple times for me. As it turns out, when something requires more than three movements, I completely forget what I’m doing after each set. I think I did okay even though I realized that my arms and core are still pretty much useless. The machine wasn’t nearly as scary as I had anticipated, but I was completely freaked out by this move:
I’m still not sure how it happened, but somehow my abs brought my legs up and I didn’t fall over the front of the box. I was shaking I was so nervous, it was completely disorienting to be leaning forward while partially inverted like that. Despite the fear, I really enjoyed the class a lot. It has the benefits I wanted from yoga (flexibility, range of motion, and core strength), but without the mind-numbing boredom.
I’ll have to do several more solo classes before I can join the small group (2-3 people) classes, but it’s super expensive so I will only be able to do one a week. Once I’m done with the private lessons, I can do at least two each week because the group sessions are less than half the cost (though still quite pricey). I figure that since the price I pay to use my university rec center is so miniscule that it wouldn’t kill me to invest in something that should really help my arthritis, flexibility, and squishy mid-section (and yes, I realize that what you eat plays a significant role in getting rid of the rolls).
I spent Saturday afternoon organizing my massive collection of random cords for miscellaneous electronics and watching The Americans.
It was sooooo good. I cannot wait until Wednesday night. I also have a bit of a crush now on Matthew Rhys, even with those awful jeans he has to wear.
Anyway, super excited about that show. On Sunday I woke up and couldn’t sit up because my abdomen was on fire. Every last square inch of muscle was in pain. Even all the way up to my sternum, I didn’t even know you could really move that enough to make it sore.
I needed to lift weights on Sunday, so I spent about two hours talking myself into it before I actually got my body out the door. I did some deadlifting, squats, kettlebell progressions, and ran four miles (with walking of course). Did you see SNL this weekend? They summed it up pretty well (start at the 46 second mark):
Pretty much. I’m so hardcore.
Other than that, I did pretty much nothing else except clean my apartment and read. Things are pretty thrilling over here.