I love pilates. I’d wanted to try it for years, all too
aware of my core muscle weakness after years of dislocating knees and not doing
enough sport. But I only started taking a regular class once we moved to York.
I’ve had back problems on and off since being a teenager, with three really bad
bouts that have taken me out of action for a substantial period of time – one while
living in Germany, one in London and one that finally tipped me over the edge
in York. And pilates has done more to help me than any chiropractor, osteopath
or physio, though one of each of these has helped me overcome a back crisis at
different times in my life.
I have a wonderful pilates teacher who is funny, creative and knowledgeable about injuries, and weekly classes with her are a true joy. No matter how tired or achey I feel at the start of a class, by the end of the hour I feel like a new person. The ante-natal class I took with her did so much more to relieve the aches and strains and sciatica of pregnancy than the pregnancy yoga class I took. The teacher is an artist too, and her vivid imagination invents such strong visualisations that she makes it so easy to work out exactly where you need to be and what you need to do for each movement. (“You need a slight lean forwards, just like one of those cheap IKEA uplighters...”) We don't just do the same routines over and over again - the classes are different each week. Some weeks we do straightforward matwork, some weeks we use balls (large and small), and other weeks we use bands, rollers or barrels, and occasionally if the class size is diminished for some reason (snow, holiday season, flu...), we are allowed to a lesson on the equipment. Pilates equipment may look like some form of medieval torture machinery, but it in fact gives you real precision training on your core muscles and feel fabulous to use. The teacher is always going on courses to further her knowledge and always shares what she learns with us. In recent times, we have been particularly focusing on freeing the elusive psoas muscle and all the benefits that brings.
I have a wonderful pilates teacher who is funny, creative and knowledgeable about injuries, and weekly classes with her are a true joy. No matter how tired or achey I feel at the start of a class, by the end of the hour I feel like a new person. The ante-natal class I took with her did so much more to relieve the aches and strains and sciatica of pregnancy than the pregnancy yoga class I took. The teacher is an artist too, and her vivid imagination invents such strong visualisations that she makes it so easy to work out exactly where you need to be and what you need to do for each movement. (“You need a slight lean forwards, just like one of those cheap IKEA uplighters...”) We don't just do the same routines over and over again - the classes are different each week. Some weeks we do straightforward matwork, some weeks we use balls (large and small), and other weeks we use bands, rollers or barrels, and occasionally if the class size is diminished for some reason (snow, holiday season, flu...), we are allowed to a lesson on the equipment. Pilates equipment may look like some form of medieval torture machinery, but it in fact gives you real precision training on your core muscles and feel fabulous to use. The teacher is always going on courses to further her knowledge and always shares what she learns with us. In recent times, we have been particularly focusing on freeing the elusive psoas muscle and all the benefits that brings.
I love the fact that pilates is an exercise form that anyone
can do, no matter how old or what size or how unfit you are. I love the fact
that it involves a lot of lying down. I love the fact that it doesn’t come with
any kind of life philosophy like yoga does, yet gives you a wonderful literal
inner strength to help you face your life. And I love the fact that the more
you do, the more you realise there is to learn, even in a beginner’s level
class.
Finding those sit bones |
Push up |
Swimming on all fours |
Cat stretch |
So I was very annoyed with myself that I hadn’t managed to
put the work into pilates in this challenge year that I had intended. To
redeem myself a little, I changed the challenge to do pilates every day for
just one month, which instantly seemed a bit more manageable, especially now
that so many other challenges are complete. And from January 4th
to February 4th, I have succeeded in doing pilates every day. Even
though I was being nuzzled by an affection-starved cat every evening after
Charlotte had gone to bed, even though I have had a horrible cold and sinusitis
for the past fortnight (that caring, sharing toddler again) and for a couple of
days had such a blocked nose that I couldn’t lie flat on my back without
fearing suffocation, I still did pilates every single day. And not just a few stretches, but a proper 25-minute session. I feel much better
for doing this. I feel much stronger in all the right places for doing this. I’m
starting to locate more of those magical little muscles that you never knew you
had before you did pilates. It’s good to know that a bit of effort can actually pay off.
Though it’s been at the expense of my knee exercises.
Something had to give.
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