Day Eleven

I survived a full-scale mutiny today.

There I was, blissfully ignorant of the terrible hand the gods of Pilatifying were about to deal me. Confidently I slipped into a gracefully elegant C-curve, fully prepared to tuck my tail bone and lengthen my spine. Onward I plunged, deep into the unchartered waters of "Rolling Like a Ball." So sure was I of my position and ability that I was caught entirely unaware when it happened...

MUTINY!

"Forward Bends" were upon me before I realized it. "Arg!" said I. "Avast." (I don't know exactly what that means, but it fits the metaphor I'm going for here.) Forward I bent with all the self-assuredness of a hardened sea captain.

I didn't make it very far.

My knees refused.

Onward I went. "Saw" - further mutiny. "Scissor Kicks" - down-right desertion.

By the time I reached the end of the DVD, there I was, a captain left on a deserted island without a ship, without a crew, without...

Okay. That was something of an exageration. But my knees really were being very uncooperative: they were ridiculously tight, pain if I tried to unsoften them, just generally wimpy. Obviously more extreme measures are called for.

Can knees walk the plank?