This is going to make a great blog post, I thought.
I was lying on the floor. My head was resting on an inflatable ball. My knees were resting on my chest. And a man was pushing down on my knees in what felt like some weird position from the Karma Sutra.
Welcome to my first pilates lesson.
I spent most of the time trying not to giggle, and the rest of my time trying to hide the fact that I am completely uncoordinated.
You know that childhood "trick" where you pat your head and rub your tummy, that's basically what the entire class felt like to me. I had to move parts of my body in particularly ways as I exhaled. Do you think I could coordinate my breathing with my movements?
This is just too weird, I told the instructor.
You'll get used to it, he said.
I bet he says that to all the girls.
Let's just hope it's all worth it to ease my arthritic aches and pains!