HOORAY! I passed my exam yesterday and am now a fully fledged Pilates teacher, in addition to the other form of exercise that I teach. That is good. It wasn’t an easy day. I had to present a class to several examiners and teach four people I’d never met before. Two of which were professional dancers, whilst the other two had never done any exercise in their life. It all went OK except for the inner thigh stretch I got them to do. They had to lie on the floor with their legs up the wall and then open their legs out to the sides, so that the adductor muscles get a good stretch. I hadn’t allowed for the fact that the dancers legs just dropped open all the way to the floor and took up a whole wall each.
Thank you to all of you for your good luck comments and the winner of the best answer to my question goes to Working Mum:
I asked whether anyone knew the answer to:
“What by-product(s) are generated when creatine phosphate reacts with adenosine diphosphate to re-synthesise adenosine triphosphate?”
and she said, well if it’s a Pilates class then the answer is definitely “wind”.
So. I now have a free week, with only boring house things to do and lovely friends to visit. I slightly wish I’d gone away. Given the turbulence of the last few weeks perhaps a bit of distance in my life would give me a better perspective on what to do about everything. My life needs a bit of a rethink.
As Aldous Huxley said “experience is not what happens to you; it’s what you do with what happens to you”.
I thought I’d miss my children, but so far, I have seen them every day and my teenage son is planning to come and revise here during the day. He was meant to be here this morning, but my brother has “borrowed” him to do a plaster cast of his torso. As you do. On Saturday morning my ex delivered a very ill looking daughter back to me. She had thrown up ALL night long (what is it with his house and kids throwing up?). Apparently about 50 times. He was taking the boys to a football match so I said I’d have her. Poor thing. She was exhausted.
Later on in the day my teenage son came home to show me a major rash that had developed behind his ear. “OH NO” I said. “What a shame. You are completely allergic to the metal in the earring and you’re going to have to take it out immediately”. Result. He had the cheek to ask me if I could pay him back because it was my fault that my genes had caused a propensity for an allergic reaction.
For the moment, I shall relish the peace and quiet – there is something to be said for being able to do a quiet poo on your own.