PILATES CLASSES

I am teaching a Pilates class this morning and am really going to have to try and sort myself out. It is entirely possible that I will soon be voted “worst fitness instructor ever”. Since the Pink Power Walk a couple of weeks ago I have turned into an 89 year old. My back hurts. I have got sciatic pain in my arse. My hips feel a little bit stiff.

I had some treatment for everything on Wednesday – a combination of massage, manipulation and acupuncture which really helped. Brilliant. It appears that I am a little unstable (in the spine you understand, not in the mind…at least I don’t think she meant that). Have you ever had acupuncture? It’s very strange. Works very well for many complaints and you can hardly feel the needles going in. I did make a big mistake by trying to take a photo of needles stuck in my arse for future reference. It made me nearly faint. Thankfully my trusty practitioner who must have thought I was mad took the photo for me so here you are….I am feeling the need to share:-

Then yesterday morning I twisted my ankle in the road and fell over. SO PAINFUL. Now, I am hobbling. I’ve done the whole RICE thing but it really hurts and the last thing I want to do is jump up and down on the spot – although thankfully you don’t have to do too much of that in Pilates.

Oh dear. I’m a mess. I seem to forget that I’m quite old now and increasing the number of classes I am teaching takes a toll on my body. Must remember to try harder to keep fit.

Ps – oh and in the unlikely event that you think you know a worse Pilates teacher I forgot to mention that I have pink tape running up my back (some sort of kinaesthetic muscle support I think she said) so I’ve got to tuck clothes in massively in the class so top doesn’t reveal strips and bottoms don’t reveal ankle support AND it’s suddenly BOILING hot and I haven’t sorted armpits out. Oh. Dear.

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