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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.
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.
