Do Pilates instead of making fun of it (esp. Dagney)

yesterday, there we were again, my sister like the ant, diligently following the routine, and me the grasshopper diligently trying trip her up when suddenly…I got into it. with the volume down it’s not as tempting to ridicule.

once i got past the cheese barrier, i was awed at the efficiency. last time i had grooves like these was after swimming hard for 30 minutes or doing interval sprints up-hill.

i’m psyched at how clever this is!

OK, time to shell out some green for a new Pilates tape. Damn her. I can’t take anymore of her monkey crap. Maybe if the instructor would just LET HER BE instead of rubbing my nose into the fact that I could, conceivably, coast by like Ms. Saggy Leotards over there in the back.

So, my sister does this religously and is in great shape. She puts on her Windsor Pilates tape and like most normal people, rolls out the mat, or towel in her case, and goes to town. I, on the other, can’t get over the fact that this one major slack-off in the video gets a free pass for basically cheating on every exercise. “Dagney”, as they call her, gets props for raising one leg when you’re supposed to raise two, counting to 5 when you’re supposed to count to 50, slouching when you’re supposed to sit up straight. Who does she think she is? She demotivates me and is an insult to motivation itself. For every right way, there’s a Dagney cop-out way. Pilates is NOT the piece of cake it might seem like, especially the harder workouts where the music gets super cheesy adding a psychological challenge of tolerance on top of the obvious physical one. If I’m ever gonna do this right, without cracking up and getting sidetracked, I need everyone in there to be a trooper, to follow the rules, and for the instructor to kick ‘em in the ass when they don’t.