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I'm sure it will be Uzbek tomorrow.
Oct. 19th, 2011 06:41 pmMy 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.
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.
