I would not normally describe myself as a masochist.
Nor, given how I feel right now, does the title really apply, but. >.>
I went to two Pilates mat classes today (the rationale was noticing that Favourite Pilates Teacher mentioned a class with the studio owner last week, and due to scheduling overlap I can't go to my usual TRX class Friday lunchtime because I'm seeing Kate fifteen minutes before the class ends in a different part of Bellingham).
I did not die.
My abs and triceps may disagree in the morning, but thus far? I did not die. That's kind of awesome.
I got a new 'okay, bum: activate without me pinning you down and demanding you move' exercise out of my extra class, and a Pilates move I am surprisingly badass at and would definitely not have been before both all the PT I've done on my shoulders and the pushup progressions/wrist strengthening stuff I've been doing as prep for late June's Mat 2 teacher training session.
The bum activation exercise is awkward to describe without pictures--sing out if you want a post. :)
Setting up for badassery, you sit on the floor with your legs out in front of you and your arms slightly to the side and behind you. Then you use your arms and abs to pick your ass up off the floor.
Then, if you are a badass, you pick up one of your feet, put it down, pick up the other one, put it down, and then come down. Doing this without falling over or collapsing somewhere is . . not the easiest thing. My arms were shrieking abuse by the time I decided to stop.
I was the only person in the room who could do the pick foot up version without taking some of the work away by propping leg on a foam roller at the ankle.
Including the studio owner.
.... \o/?
I did have to switch to propping myself on my fists instead of my hands, because my wrists were hissing, but eee.
(Words cannot describe how nice it is to get visible proof of progress. Especially since it was obvious my abs were not up to two other tasks in that class. Wheeeee.)
And then I didn't die in the second class, which was oodles of shoulder mobs and triceps and obliques. (My triceps and obliques hate my favourite pilates teacher for relatively obvious reasons.)
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I went to two Pilates mat classes today (the rationale was noticing that Favourite Pilates Teacher mentioned a class with the studio owner last week, and due to scheduling overlap I can't go to my usual TRX class Friday lunchtime because I'm seeing Kate fifteen minutes before the class ends in a different part of Bellingham).
I did not die.
My abs and triceps may disagree in the morning, but thus far? I did not die. That's kind of awesome.
I got a new 'okay, bum: activate without me pinning you down and demanding you move' exercise out of my extra class, and a Pilates move I am surprisingly badass at and would definitely not have been before both all the PT I've done on my shoulders and the pushup progressions/wrist strengthening stuff I've been doing as prep for late June's Mat 2 teacher training session.
The bum activation exercise is awkward to describe without pictures--sing out if you want a post. :)
Setting up for badassery, you sit on the floor with your legs out in front of you and your arms slightly to the side and behind you. Then you use your arms and abs to pick your ass up off the floor.
Then, if you are a badass, you pick up one of your feet, put it down, pick up the other one, put it down, and then come down. Doing this without falling over or collapsing somewhere is . . not the easiest thing. My arms were shrieking abuse by the time I decided to stop.
I was the only person in the room who could do the pick foot up version without taking some of the work away by propping leg on a foam roller at the ankle.
Including the studio owner.
.... \o/?
I did have to switch to propping myself on my fists instead of my hands, because my wrists were hissing, but eee.
(Words cannot describe how nice it is to get visible proof of progress. Especially since it was obvious my abs were not up to two other tasks in that class. Wheeeee.)
And then I didn't die in the second class, which was oodles of shoulder mobs and triceps and obliques. (My triceps and obliques hate my favourite pilates teacher for relatively obvious reasons.)
This entry also available at Dreamwidth and has
comments there.