I was watching "Biggest Loser" last night - I have this theory about vicarious weight-loss, but that's a post for another day. One of the trainers, Bob, (who is my favorite, by the way - Jillian would probably just make me cry) gave a whole segment about the importance of workouts that strengthen the core.
I started bouncing up and down on the sofa, potato chips flying in all directions (just kidding, no potato chips), "Pilates! Pilates!" Then he mentioned Pilates specifically, and I'm sing-saying "I do that. I do that." I felt like a totally cool, hip, healthy, with-it kind of person. That was a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
And Bob, reference picture to the left, knows what he's talking about. I mean look at that guy. He can touch his toes. With his leg in the air. Without needing immediate medical intervention. I can't do that.
When I did my Pilates this morning I was repeating "Strengthen the core. Engage the powerhouse" in my mind over and over. It felt good. And when "Saw" came along I put on my most intimidating warrior face and pushed it (knees bent - super-trainer Ashleigh said that was okay because I have the wimpiest knees) and, for the first time EVER, I actually felt the stretch in my back like I was supposed to.
That's right. I'm a big ol' loser. Or something like that.
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