I am reformed.
Thursday, June 18th, 2009This morning, I took my first Pilates reformer class.
As this was only my second experience with Pilates (the first being a mat class I took a million and a half months ago), it certainly does not come naturally to me. And at 7:00 am, it comes even less naturally. Ergo, I struggled with certain details, like figuring out where to put my feet, hands and limbs so I didn’t go flying off of the equipment and become the first woman ever to suffer a Pilates-induced concussion.
Luckily, I love a class that can laugh…both with me and at me.
When I walked into Julie Odderman’s class, I immediately admitted that I did not, by any stretch of the imagination, know what I was doing. Julie replied, “That’s really very okay.” She wasn’t lying. Throughout class, she was equally attentive to her four students, was quick to adjust and help correct our postures and, in my case, point us in the right direction. Literally. And all this with a smile and an optimistic joke. Her good humor and support kept the class enjoyable and lighthearted. And I indeed felt really very okay.
Thus, I managed to get through my first class without any significant bodily damage and I feel great. I’m already looking forward to the next session.
But the best part? When it came time for pushups, Julie went easy and allotted only three to me.
I think this is the start of a beautiful reformer relationship.





