taennyn: (amber mala)
Had to go to an office supply store to get it scanned, but whatever, it's done.

Last exam on Monday, then I plan to collapse for a couple days, so as to recover for the Last Pilates Teacher Training Course next weekend.

(I'm definitely not going to pull off a Cat Walkover, but I'm going to give it my best effort. I'm definitely stronger than I was before I started doing pullup progressions whenever my brain cramped up doing stats.)

And I have to figure out a student ID card, Orientation, and the like for the classes starting the 8th of September.


.... Huh.

Jun. 24th, 2014 10:46 am
taennyn: a woman's upraised, tattooed arm touching the nape of her neck (paper-flowers and arabesques)
I don't want to jinx it? But this is the longest period my problem ribs have gone without slipping back out of where they're put, and breathing . . doesn't hurt.

This is really, really confusing. O.o; Awesome, but confusing.

I mean, the problem ribs have been problems since the summer of 2005, before I bashed my elbow in early 2006. They've gotten more or less progressively better since they were accurately diagnosed as a rib issue (not a shoulder issue) in '08. If nothing else I can walk up a steep hill without wheezing and try plank and plank related poses now. =P But they've been maaaad for . . six months? Ish? Multiple months, anyway, of walking into a physio appointment and going 'yeah, the rib ache is back, my shoulder's clunking when I try to use my right arm as a stabiliser for bridging, and my scapula is winging at the bottom edge when the humerus is internally rotated* and I can't get it flush with the ribs' every damn week.

*: New physios are always a fun enterprise. Especially before I made the decision of eventually being one, when it was just four years of injury treatment and paying attention to what people were working on.

much babble )

But I did a TRX class yesterday afternoon--being really specifically careful of the ribs during the warmup phase, because oy--and didn't lose the shoulder. Pullup progression didn't tick into biceps; three or four people apparently made O.o; face about how good that looked. One of 'em commented after the class about it.

I did the Official Demo of Pike with feet in straps, which involves pivoting around your shoulders, and while it was Work? I didn't grind in the shoulder joint.

*fingers crossed* I think this is the first time I've actually felt like I've gotten ahead of the damned ribs.

Now I just have to get through Mat 2 without hooping everything. >.>
taennyn: (fruits of the harvest)
1. It is really interesting watching an ulnar nerve treatment sequence when the issue's caught early and treated appropriately. (I may be tagging along on Zach's unhooping sessions.)

2. It would be really nice to get a 'We received your box of solidly packed doom permanent residency application' letter so I can apply for BC medical coverage. =\

3. I accidentally watched a documentary about Sicilian mummies (augh) and much less accidentally watched the first in a series of documentaries about early female rulers (and attempted rulers) of England. God damn is Eleanor of Aquitaine more interesting than you'd gather from Robin Hood mythos. Also how different would things have played out if William the Conqueror's grand-daughter had been actively and successfully crowned and allowed to rule? *fascinated*

4. Attempting to run an accounting software system through somebody else's fingers is extremely trying and I would be very pleased if some of the proofreading bug was catching. =|

5. I should really go through and make an order of pilates props. Faking a squishy ball with a pillow is awkward, even if it is working so far.

5a. Still need to find a pilates studio up north. Still extremely dubious.

(6. Self, next time you're up north, go to a damned yoga class. =P Even if you are done with all the punchcards at both studios you've tried, it's worth leaving the house and seeing a different teacher. Diversity in cueing is awesome!)
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
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.

beneath cut, description. :) )

(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.)
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
Sunday's teacher was not kidding when she said most people go to 'pilates' classes for abs. Holy shit.

Not coming back to this class; 80 people + warm room + ab-tastic class is not my gig. Eurgh.


Nov. 12th, 2013 11:04 am
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
Okay. 'Core off the Wall' is a workout.

A 'get really cuddly with your neighbour' workout, I am so glad I tucked myself into a wall in the prep period. Lots of standing up on a block and balancing-while-working.

Who knew my left ankle was that unstable? (Ow.)

I'm six IMS sessions into my hip getting needled--five for the shoulder/elbow/arm etc mess--and, well. I keep getting surprised by how functional it is now. By which I mean my left hip is bugging me more than the right.

I can come back to this class for 'I need a workout', I can't come to this class if I'm unstable already.
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
Fine, self. YYoga has a promotional thing that gives you a free class your first time in, and a thirty-day introduction for $40.

Assuming you can prove you're a BC resident.

This could be . . interesting. *grabs chequebook with old Vancouver address on*


Update: Chequebook worked, free class was free, woo.

Oof. I survived! I failed to fall on my head! Or drop a two pound 'toning ball' on anything, including my own foot.

I sure wouldn't take anyone new to pilates to that class. O.o; Feel like I did okay, but when the teacher was talking about flexibility and mobility and asked if anyone in the room was hypermobile, mine was the only hand that went up. o.O;

Teacher--after class, when everyone else was gone and I was trying to be friendly in response to her friendly--warned me that this chain's pilates classes tend to be people coming to get an Ab Workout, and that Sunday afternoons tend to be relatively low-key.

Good to know.
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
(I went to the afternoon class today. I was in the right country, why not.)

It was a big class, bigger than she was planning, and I kind of got left to my own devices for a lot of the 'Okay, self, can we do this thing we've been told to do? Yes? Okay. Will we do ourselves an injury doing it? . . . Crap, let's back off a little' front.

She noticed that I was having to back off, and said in her email that she never has to worry about me--I'm willing to back off instead of pushing myself to the point of injury. (Which is upsetting for everyone.)

<3 I miss being able to see her every week.

(I should really get on finding someplace up north.)
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
I put K on a plane yesterday, and today Mom and I have been working on Cleaning The Fairhaven Place. Mom very kindly worked on kitchen, laundry and bathroom floors, because having to put weight on my hands is still not my favourite thing, and the damned vinyl in this place looks dirty even when it's scrubbed, because of how the plastic gets marred. =|

I've been working on the kitchen--including the tops of the cabinets, even though the landlord's only got a couple of inches on me, because I like him and I want to return this place in as-good shape as I can.

Pilates, yoga, and physio have made a massive difference, even in just the last year.

We tried to break for sushi for lunch--couldn't, because Blue Fin's day-closed is today and Wasabee is open for dinner at 5:30--and wound up eating deli salad samplers at the local grocery store, and I was driving. After a solid four hours of handwork.

And then we went back and did some more. Mom went through and shopvacced baseboards, and I started going through the fridge.

The internet in Ferndale isn't up--the modem got misdelivered, and the redelivery process is going awkwardly--which is annoying as hell.

Mom had a reservation for the train heading south in the evening, and when time was coming due Veggie was on the phone with the internet company, and I was on the landline doing a WA State Health Survey (long story. We got a randomly selected letter about a month ago, and I wanted to participate, because I may have had just a little participation in the health care system here. I think I may have skewed my demographic. >.>), so Mom wound up driving herself down to catch the train. Which was kind of embarrassing. Went fine, because Mom's a trooper, and Veggie drove me down to collect the car when we were done, but oy. Timing.
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
I knew I was getting stronger, but when you get emailed afterwards about it by the teacher that's saying something. Oof.

Those damned breathing exercises from the ex-pat Aussie are paying off. Pilates teacher says my ribs were visibly moving today.

Still recruiting too much from my diaphragm and my quads instead of my abs, but we're getting there. :D 
taennyn: (it's only me)
You're going to get what falls out of my head. =P Or you can suggest something for me to babble about, because lord knows I'm having trouble with that whole 'post at least once a week' thing.

As things stand you're going to be getting an update as to how physiotherapy and exercise are going.

swimming, yoga, pilates and evil thumbs behind the cut )
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
This post is not about that. (Although, just to be brief: MUWAHAHAHA SOON PEOPLE WILL TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!)

This post, instead, is about trying yoga.

See, I woke up feeling not-awesome Sunday, squinted at the universe, decided swimming would be really, really dumb* so instead decided I'd try out another of the yoga studios I had on the list.

*: Swimming would have helped the grunchy section of my hip and thigh, I think, but my ribs and shoulder, not so much. I've been coughing when I laugh again--got on the cancellation list to get the ribs worked on sooner

That one marked my third-ever yoga class, and was my second yin class. Restorative yoga's ten-minute poses weren't as helpful, since my bones started trying to settle into the shapes the pose had created for them, instead of my muscles going 'oh, hey, okay, so you want us to relax, right?'.

Over the next couple of days new year's celebrations happened, as they are wont to do, and I think I may have walked about three kilometers. (turns out I can walk home from 3rd and Forbes! Woo?)

Wednesday, there was another class I was mildly interested in--a stretch class with the studio founder--and I figured I'd see how I did in that one, and maybe stick around for the hatha flow class to see how I held up.

Answer: ye gods.

I, ah. I didn't fall over? And am really really glad I didn't try to go higher than a hatha flow class. Yow.

I am really unsure if I want to make that a habit. O.o;

But pilates has been going well (really well, to tell truth), so something else physically a bit scary might be in order.

reaction breakdown of the flow class for self before I forget )
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
And sneezed in my face yesterday.

This should be interesting.

I'm still banging on the plate-clearing post. Still feel rusty as hell, but that's what you get when you don't write much. *makes face at self*

In physical news, I am contemplating peering at yoga. This is . . . scary. But pilates has been going well, and it's becoming more obvious which joints are not so gud at this stability nonsense, and yoga likes to work on that sort of thing. So.



Feb. 1st, 2012 03:54 pm
taennyn: (Loki)

I'm visiting [livejournal.com profile] dormouse_in_tea from Friday the 3rd to Wednesday the 15th, courtesy of my most-esteemed mother who offered to cover plane fare when I mentioned that one of the nice things about visiting her in Hawaii was not needing to scrape together the cash for a ticket.

I may have forgotten to post about this. Oops?

In other news, I overdid things in Monday morning's session in pilates and my ulnar nerve's been grouchy.

By grouchy I mean . . tingly, and by my ulnar nerve I mean from the space between my middle and anterior scalenes in my neck down to my fourth and fifth digits. Including in my hand.

That was kind of neat to discover, in a ouchy way.

And since I'm headed to Seattle tomorrow in order to get to Seatac for 8:30am Friday, I saw my regular physio today (performing a slightly boneheaded move in the process--ran twenty minutes late instead of ten minutes early, arrrrrgh).

Right before pilates.

This should be fun.


Jan. 27th, 2012 12:49 pm
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
I have to say, it's kind of nice to be a position where your physiotherapist pokes you, you yelp and ask if you worked the right thing and hurt yourself, or worked the wrong thing, and she says, nope, you worked the right thing hard.

For that matter, last week I walked two and a half miles along sidewalks in ankle-ish uneven snow, went to pilates class that night, and didn't wake up immobile the next day.

Woo, progress.

At the moment, I'm sprawled on the couch with a heatpack trying to get my hamstrings to quit shouting about Wednesday evening's class*, and Mom's peering at possible replacement printers.

Now, the current printer's been annoying me for a while: only the bypass tray feeds, and it's been feeding crooked for at least three months (printing double-sided requires some serious baby-sitting and the occasional printer disassembly to get a page back out of the depths).

But my actual reason for looking at replacement printers is that I have this draft novel** sitting patiently on my desktop, waiting for me. >.>

*: bridges suck. Planks are getting easier, though. Ab work involves shaking like a leaf.

**: I edit to add that said novel is [livejournal.com profile] klgaffney's, not mine. I imagine there'd be a few more ' . . . wait, I seem to be done. Whut?' posts if it were mine. Also [livejournal.com profile] named_by_rhyme would probably have exploded with ALL THE POSTS as I played with drafts and used all of you as test readers. *solemn*
taennyn: a woman's upraised, tattooed arm touching the nape of her neck (paper-flowers and arabesques)
Monday morning class, the teacher (who's doing acupuncture school in her sort of nonexistent free time) was talking about reading 2,000 year old texts and having something of a ' . . yup, still doing that.' moment at the postural stuff. But at least one text was talking about trying to align crown of head, torso, and back of pelvis/hips, instead of front, so she discussed it in the class.

And it worked. We were all kind of blinking at the fact that my normally very slithery torso was holding correct position well enough to be used as an example for the other students.

Then went to specialist physio and she was pleased with progress, especially when we tried the ouchy option and I was still maintaining a reasonably low resting tone.

Today at regular physio, the homework I was doing on gliding my shoulderblades correctly had gone so well that she upped the ante and now I get to glide correctly through a full series of motions. I'd also kind of buggered a section of my neck, but that's pretty par for the course, and she's pleased with my progress.
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
Group the Third and final (unless some poor bastard needs hypermobile neck strengthening stuff or a psoas stretch), the lying on the side!

Arm Lift ) If your arms/shoulders don't bug you, don't worry about this.


Arm Circle ) If your shoulders don't bug you (or make alarming crackling noises that kind of hurt), don't worry about this.


Leg Lift )


Bananas ) This one makes you look like a hooked fish; if anyone laughs make them join you on the floor.


I feel obliged to point out that before doing exercises, you may want to roll out areas that you know tend to be tight. This can be done with a foam roller, assuming you have one, or smaller areas can be tackled with your friend, the Tennis Ball.
Foam rollers or bigger balls (smaller than your head but not by that much) are excellent for getting big muscle groups to let go and do their own damn jobs, not steal other muscles' jobs. Think quads, sides of bum, bum proper, hips, that sort of thing.
Tennis balls, Franklin balls (which are a bit bigger but mostly a bit softer than tennis balls) and related sizes are good for smaller areas like shoulders, calves, the outsides of hips, which will also try to redistribute work orders based on who's on vacation and who's the workaholic in the office.

I also feel obliged to point out that shaking like a leaf, especially if it's your lower belly, is actually a sign that things are going very, very well. A weaker muscle is being worked, and if you keep after it, will get stronger and you'll not only shake less, you'll be able to do more with it. (The trick is finding the stopping point between 'shaking like a leaf' and either pulling something or having a secondary system jump in to be Helpful.)

Personal trainers, pilates instructors, physiotherapists, that housemate with the anatomy colouring books and the gleeful grin, the Internet, and others can be really, really useful in helping you troubleshoot. Make use of 'em.

Most of all, pay attention to your body. What motions bug you? Where do they do it? How does it feel? The more specific you can be when talking to a professional (or the Internet) the better troubleshooting you'll be able to do. Even a 'My shoulder hates me, but it's worse when I do [...]' is helpful.
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
Behold, Group the Second of the Exercise List of Doom, our lying on the back section.

Cockroaches ) Don't do this until you're comfortable engaging from your core.


Bridge ) I've been trying to do a clean bridge every week since the beginning of June. I'm getting closer--I hardly ever have my sacrum shout abuse at me for trying it these days--but I'm not there yet. Again, this ain't easy.


Start with this one if you feel in bad condition. Really. Everything on this entry builds from a strong core, and this works on getting yours to engage.
Tight Abs )
Once you're comfy with the full sets of these, start sliding one leg down to straight and back up to starting position while maintaining your core, then do the other leg. Once you're comfy with those, try the cockroaches.


Curl-ups suck )
Ideally your lower abs should be the big puller on this, and your belly will actually drop towards your spine as you work. This can take a while.
Go slow. Like with the pushups, you have to control yourself better to do these slowly. Don't let yourself jam your head and neck forward--that just gets your sternocleidomastoids really, really mad at you. (Yes, this is the voice of experience. Why do you ask?)


Criss-crosses also suck )
Trust me when I say this one sucks.  But oh look, obliques!


Most of us have old strains and injuries and/or bad habits that encourage us to overuse certain muscles to the exclusion of others; for example the front of my left thigh (the quad) likes to steal work from the left side of my bum, resulting in my bum not getting as much work/development as it should and a profoundly whiny quad. This is about as helpful as it sounds.

ALL of us have asymmetries.  One side of your body will almost invariably be under different tension than the other, and it'll shift around depending on what you've been doing.
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
Group the First of the Exercise List of Doom: our standing, sitting and kneeling section.

Weights: two I was assigned and three I added )

I'm considering adding in some bicep curling, mostly because it's kinda nice to have them. First I have to be able to get my shoulderblades to glide the way they're supposed to, though. It's easy to fall into bad habits and my right shoulder thinks it's funny anyway.


Wall/Counter Pushups )
Slow is harder. Also lets you notice when you're losing form.


Boards )


Adductors )
My specialist physio has me do these three times a day. I might have adductor issues.


Calf Stretch )
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
I did! Admittedly it was the 28th of October, but I did promise. Tragically there are no pics, as yet. Shout at me in the comments if you feel like you need 'em.

Hokay, so. I have a *lot* of home exercises. In point of fact, when I started doing the specialist physio exercises, my regular physio told me not to worry about the list of doom as long as I was going to at least one pilates class a week, because I was trying to fit between 15 and 90 repetitions of . . *counts* eight specialist exercises in with the regular twenty-several individual exercises (not counting repetitions).

Yeah. Anyway. Stripping off the me-specific nerve and neck stuff and the needs-theraband stuff, we have:

(standing, sitting, kneeling)
Wall or Counter Pushups
Adductor Stretch (includes lying down)
Calf Stretch

(lying on back)
Tight Abs

(lying on side)
Arm Lift
Arm Circle
Leg Lift


*: Our Weights item has an asterisk because there are a whole host of ways to do weights. Shocking.

The big thing to remember when you're doing weights is that this is not about your extremities flapping in the breeze. This is about hooking your extremities to your core and working the whole connected system of muscles, so that when you go to lift a ten-ream box of paper at work, you naturally engage everything and don't drop it on your toes. Or, assuming you're lifting a fellow monkey, nobody gets dropped on their head. :)


Two interesting links:

Strength training: bizarre yet awesome exercises you may not know about, part I (whole-body work)
Strength training: bizarre yet awesome exercises you may not know about, part II (arms, mostly)
taennyn: (come back another day)
For context: my regular physio has been working on the same couple spots for months on end, and she set the pt assistant on the problem last week. The assistant, who is a tiny blonde woman with the gentle approach necessary for visceral manipulation, wound up playing with the oblique fissure in my right lung.

Apparently lungs have fissures. Cool.

Anyway, Monday morning pilates class, I did a Dumb. Stretched the too-loose side first, then laid on it to stretch the too-tight side of my ribcage. Felt fine, even good at the time, but eight hours later it felt like my shoulder complex--ribs, collarbone, shoulderblade, lung and all--was on fire. That was fun, let me tell you.

Gentle stretching and trying to stay moving helped a bit, but not a lot, and I had to be rather cautious in yesterday's pilates class.

This class was taught by another tiny blonde woman instead of my usual Wednesday teacher (who is in Montana at the moment), and she teaches a to-the-inch precision style. Which works great for me: I wind up paying more attention to what I'm doing and am better able to catch and correct myself, and can sing out when I'm feeling something she wasn't looking for.

(Note to self: when inner thigh is complaining, bum is working, which is GOOD. Stop training yourself into quad dominance, dummy.)

However, even with lots of cuing and tweaking to a serratus/shoulderblade exercise, we couldn't get a hot line across the front of my right (bad) shoulder to stop firing. By the end of class she was making Plotting Face.

She actually emailed out a follow-up to the class to see how things were aging, and asked me to come in early to a class at some point so we could play around with some other options. :D

Today the pt assistant played with both the horizontal and oblique fissures of the lung, and in the shoulder joint. Then the regular physio came in, listened to me explain the problem I was having last night, dragged me out to the office gym, frowned thoughtfully as I struggled, then played chase the problem.

Turns out that I don't like to use the serratus muscle on my right side. It's weak, too, which means I try to compensate with my pec and biceps, and if I'm aware of that and trying not to do it, I compensate with my lower ribs. *facepalms* Which explains the tight line at the front of the shoulder when I'm trying to do those exercises, and how I keep pulling the joint out of alignment.

Iiiiii get homework. 'Lie flat on your back and try to use the CORRECT muscle to move your hand towards the ceiling' homework. I'm not even allowed to use a weight yet.

Hello, Wall. I love you too. =\


Dec. 6th, 2011 01:02 pm
taennyn: (fruits of the harvest)
Guess I am getting stronger.

Got home from an errand, found the cat perched on the edge of the sink drinking out of a buttery measuring cup we'd filled with water to soak*. Grabbed 'im by the scruff of the neck and carried him over to his carrier, stuffed him in it for a few minutes.

Realised as I was doing it that my bad shoulder and wrist weren't even bitching at me, despite carrying 18ish pounds of cat one-handed well out from my body.

That's kinda neat.

*: Let him out, he hopped back up on the sink to look for the cup again (which I'd put in the dishwasher while he was in the carrier). Back in the carrier with you!

Let him out again, caught him checking the tinfoil [livejournal.com profile] billradish made biscuits on this morning . .
taennyn: (dancing before winter)
Note to self: try to avoid sneezing while holding a mostly-full mug of mango-passionfruit tisane.

*mops hand, also couch*

The failing light aside, I really, really like this season; it's full of pleasing shapes, colours and smells.

I couldn't tell you if I like the perfumes I do because of my mild thing about pumpkin spice lattes, or if I like pumpkin spice lattes because of my thing about those smells.

This message brought to you by ordering stuff from the Soap Box Company, finishing the order, and then running across a whipped soap line that includes:

Nevermore: Beautifully warm brandy and comforting cedar envelope you - keep out the weary and dreary chill of December with a woodsy scent, mingled with dark amber, embers and apple.

NYC Chestnuts & Brown Sugar: Hot roasted chestnuts are nestled in a swirl of brown sugar. Made with organic sugar for a gentle exfoliation. The colder the weather the better, when you have this warm scent to comfort you!


Spice Market: A rich blend of clove, orange, vanilla, and amber. The top is fruity, but rather than being sweet, it has the richness of dried fruits. In the middle, the orange and vanilla combine to give the warm scent a nice dollop of cream, and holding it all up are the bass notes of the clove, amber, and a small hint of cinnamon. Mildly spicy, contains real nutmeg, allspice and cardamom.

So I like foody and fall-themed perfumes. I'm sure you're all shocked.


Specialist-physio gave me new exercises Wednesday, which I've been doing to the full ten reps three times a day she asked for. My hips hate me and desire my suffering.

Mind you, that might have something to do with Wednesday evening's class, too. >.> Not least in failing to eat my reformer while doing one-handed stuff.

(My bad arm is also not so thrilled with me.)

In other news, [livejournal.com profile] klgaffney asked if I'd be willing to collect a core-strength list o'exercises to share with her. Anyone else interested?
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
My pilates studio is moving; the brewery pub next door wants to expaaaand. So they bought out the lease on the building.

The new space is about six blocks away from the old--oh, horror, a longer walk to fishy victory afterwards--and apparently does not have walls equal to the task of supporting springboards.

Which my teacher announced tonight.

One of my classmates said 'Oooh, can we do springboards then?'

So we did.

At several points during this process I declared that if I'd tried to do some of this stuff a couple of months ago I'd have cried. And kept going. Despite doing things up on my toes and at resistance so I had to try to engage my entire core.

I did not fall on my head. Or anything else.

My quads would still like to know what just happened here, and my trick joints are starting to complain.

Fortunately I have physio tomorrow. She can cuss back at them in expat Aussie when they start shouting in Uzbek*. :)

*: For the record, I do not speak Uzbek, but I've heard it's a wonderful language for cursing. Also my Russian teachers wouldn't teach us any dirty words so it's not like I can pretend my problems are muttering at me in either Russian or mat.
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
and also asked if I was alive over there. >.>

I told her I'd get back to her (We were supposed to be doing four curlups over a ball. I was managing two. While shaking like a leaf. Then being forced to rest for a bit. And then grimly going back for another two, because dammit, body...).

Different pilates teacher today, though one I know. She's in classes with me regularly, and is actually the one who complimented me last week about my strength going up a Lot and my planks looking a lot better.

We did a lot of whole-body-moving-together-the-RIGHT-way in class. Oigh, my aching everything. Also the interestingly off-timing response of my left hand now. Neat. (If also annoying.)

And then after class, done, bedraggled, and intent on sushi, I paused to say hi to my massage therapist, who's on the street level of the same building as pilates is in, and he complimented the way I was dressed. And then the pilates teacher wandered upstairs and repeated the compliment, obviously not having heard the massage therapist.

Huh, sez I. And thanked them both, suggested a place for the teacher to peer at (I may try emailing her with more), and went forth for salmon.
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
So I was worried I wouldn't make today's pilates session (long story involving user guides, district orders, and scandinavian villages inconveniently far away printers), so I went to one yesterday morning.

It was entertainingly crowded--we had so many people unexpectedly show up that we ran out of reformers and two of the attendees (both instructors themselves) wound up on the springboards on the back wall because there were No reformers left--and unshockingly tiring.

Then I had a massage yesterday afternoon.

Turns out I can't pick up until tomorrow, so I could attend my usual session. So I did.

My hamstrings are shouting so loud. 'We're tight! We're worked on! We're working! ARGH HUMAN MAKE UP YOUR TINY MIND!'
taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
And thinking that I really didn't want to do my physio exercises.

Sooo I went to a lunchtime pilates session. And happened to run early enough to watch the tail end of the previous higher-level class.

Which gave me a new adductor and a new hip stretch.


Now I just have to find something low enough to pretend to be a pilates box so I don't mush my nose on the floor when I slip.

Also, I figured out some of why the inner side of my forearm and medial elbow are all bitchy. Yeeeah. That'd be the stabilisers that keep the arm from collapsing underneath me when I'm supporting myself on my hands.

Which I haven't used in five years because putting weight on my hands was a Really Bad Idea.

The things we learn!


Jul. 24th, 2011 09:58 pm
taennyn: (come back another day)
So I did an hour and a half of pilates this morning, then drove three+ hours all on my own. To see my father (and brother).

Nothing exploded, my elbow wants to fall off, I ain't talking about how much I don't want to do my damned exercises, but dammit, at least I still smell like kung fu*.

*: Technically I still smell like Shambhala, which is sandalwood, cedarwood and a touch of honey. Which is awesome in combination with the beeswax, olive oil, and shea butter lotion bar I picked up at the Saturday farmer's market downtown.
taennyn: (no-one's idea of a mona lisa)
Should it be screaming? Should it feel okayish? WTF??????

My triceps, on the other hand, want to know what they ever did to me to deserve that.

I think my hamstrings may actually be hissing at me. It's hard to tell past the stream of questionmarks.

101 had an ending interview. 102, upping the ante, has an ending 10-12 minute skit in French, with rules, and points given for things like comprehensibility and creativity.

My joy face. Fortunately I semi-accidentally grabbed two high school drama geeks who've been going oooooer the last couple days.

I may wind up having had a duel with a giant chicken last week. *solemn*
taennyn: a woman's upraised, tattooed arm touching the nape of her neck (paper-flowers and arabesques)
For instance: Sunday, I did an hour-and-a-half session of pilates. Once I got home, my boyfriend made puppy eyes to the point where we went out and played on the sandstone boulders at the local state park's beach. Admittedly I scrambled up on top of something and had a nap while he tried to get in touch with his inner spider-goat, but hey, I went and did Things right after a session.
That evening I walked down to the train station to send him off in style (for certain values of style, anyway). And again, I did Things!

Monday I had to avoid some of my home exercises because my core muscles were pretending to be the French transportation unions. (Why no, 2003 Paris left no impressions whatsoever, why do you ask?)

Wednesday I went to another pilates session (this one involving a lot of quadriceps work; tupinan jumpboard).

Thursday [livejournal.com profile] billradish and [livejournal.com profile] dormouse_in_tea and I went down to Pike Place Market. Unsurprisingly my legs wanted to know what exactly I was thinking with this steep slopes and lots of meandering bit.

But I didn't fall over. Or have to stop.

I'm liking this dosage. I get up and move and do novel activities and my body doesn't shriek in Uzbek at me for it. *!!*

Next week I start French. This should be interesting. Bets on whether I slip and start dropping in Russian words? Or for that matter discover I speak French with a Russian accent. >.>


Jun. 1st, 2011 04:35 pm
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
Despite potential evidence to the contrary, I am not dead. There was a period during the Month of Sick where that might have been nice*, but I continue to exist on this plane of reality.

In and around the Sick, I have, unshockingly, not been doing so well at keeping moving or increasing my activity level. (Unlike [livejournal.com profile] coastal_physics, who takes feeling terrible as a challenge to go Do Things. Yes, this includes hangovers. I don't get it either.)

So I made myself contact a local pilates studio that my physiotherapist had recommended a while ago yesterday, and had an appointment today for a private session.

Because I am crazy, I spent this morning and early afternoon working on the corporate tax return.

Yes, really.

I only had two questions for the MBA in the family.

You may fear me now.

Got over it? Cool. The private session went quite well; the teacher also happens to be hypermobile, and she worked me very hard.

As in, 'I am sitting with no weight on my legs and the muscles in my thighs are trembling,' worked me hard. Ye gods.

She has no problem whatsoever with me joining the (much cheaper) group classes, as I am coordinated and responsive to correction.

I'd do a Dance of Victory, but I think I might fall over.

*: In case you're wondering, I had approximately four different colds in the course of a little under six weeks. I'd go down, I'd start recovering, and then go down with different symptoms. The last one was characterized by an extremely distinct cough. Guess how much fun that was, dare ya.

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