The very first appointment today, early in the morning and living a Travelife, was with Brenda Lim, my Pilates teacher at the UP Pilates studio.
This was long overdue but I just didn’t have the time to schedule a session until today.
There are many Pilates studios all over town, but I think Brenda Lim’s studio is the best because it’s very private.
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When you book a session, it’s just you and her, and a complete Pilates gym.
Other studios offer one-on-one instruction as well, but you have to share the gym with other teachers and their students.
Here, when you book an hour, the place is all yours.
Pilates, at least for me, is very much a mind and body workout.
So I really don’t like having to hear other people’s conversations during one of the few times in the week or the month that I can forget about the world for a while.
And I certainly don’t want other people overhearing my conversations either.
Not that I talk much during my Pilates sessions, as I try to not think about anything and just focus on the workout for one hour. But today’s Pilates session was a chattier session than usual, as we actually didn’t do any exercises.
Instead, Brenda worked two black balls all over my back and calves.
I joked her: “Wow. I can so do this. In fact, I would have booked earlier, if I’d known we were just doing this today.”
Sometimes, you see, the Pilates session isn’t very easy — but that’s because you’re supposed to be working on strength and endurance.
But it’s the one active thing I’ve found, apart from walking all over the world in a Travelife, that I feel I really like and can continue.
And today was just fun.
Brenda suggested I bring a couple of those black balls with me on a trip, to do some bodywork in between my rather infrequent Pilates sessions.
I try to squeeze in two sessions a week when I’m home, but I haven’t been home very often lately.
I reminded her: “You’re talking to someone who bought another one of those balls in Cape Town and only used it once.“
I’d had the world’s best pedicure at the One & Only Cape Town, and afterwards I’d been convinced to buy an exercise ball for my foot. I think I used it twice, and now I can’t find it anymore.
But after one hour, I was actually hooked on those balls. So much so that I was asking Brenda how many times in a day I could do the ball exercises.
Then I remembered the ball I’d bought in Cape Town last January and never used. It certainly seemed like I was getting way ahead of myself, with my track record so far.
Brenda said helpfully: “You can use it on the plane. You know those few minutes when you’re taking off and you can’t do anything else but sit and look out the window? That’s perfect for these exercises.”
So I went home with the goods, convinced to make at least some sort of effort, while on my never-ending, and never-endingly eventful Travelife.
I wonder what the stewardesses will have to say, about two black rubber balls rolling down the airplane aisle this weekend…