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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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January 24, 2005

Gym permalink

Perhaps I am too quick to condemn the shoe-trio. Perhaps. Walking the block and a half to the gym, I realized my legs feel tired, new muscles sore, and my feet are especially so. I had conveniently forgotten that I had done 15 or 20 minutes of balance exercises yesterday, which are all about the feet. Ouch.

I haven't been to the gym pilates class since I started my evening one, but I really wanted to go back. The evening class seems to be the same exercises over and over. The same exercises that kick my ass over and over again, but still. There was a new-to-me instructor who was tough, tough, tough, and the room was filled to capacity with many, many pilates newbies (how weird that I am not a pilates newbie).

So I did what I could, and made the effort, and I am sure I will begin hurting any minute now.

The woman on the mat next to me had the most incredible legs. I mean, really incredible. I thought about telling her so, but then I feared that she might think it was a come-on. And yet, I really appreciate when I get that sort of compliment. In the end, I did nothing.

Posted at January 24, 2005

Comments

Sometimes it is hard to figure out what's causing the problem. I am always trying to analyze a new ache or pain. Good for you with sticking with the pilates. I'm going to have to try a class soon.

Posted by: susan at January 24, 2005 5:11 PM