I have been wanting to take a Pilates or Yoga class since Scotty was born. I would love to have someone else kick my butt (and tummy) into shape. But with 3 kids and a husband who, you know, is a youth pastor…there doesn’t seem to be a good time to go to a class. Well, through our cute little community there is a pilates/yoga class offered early Saturday mornings. I quickly signed myself up. Its a perfect time, I can be home just as the kids are having breakfast and we can all play together for a little bit before Jeff has to go to work. Last Saturday was my first class. As I pull up to the building I notice it is the neighborhood senior center. Hmmm okay, I guess the class must not be very big. I enter into a room of round little white haired ladies! I have signed myself up for a senior citizen pilates/yoga class! Awesome. I am the youngest by 30 years easily. Not only that but our instructor was a bit of a surprise as well, 65+, and as round as a snowman. I have to tell you, I was very doubtful that Ethel was going to help me get my body into any kind of shape. I had some prejudice ideas that the exercise instructor should be in good to better shape than his or her participants. Well, one hour and fifteen minutes later Ethel had out posed me, out stretched me, done the pilates 100, bowed to the dog on the high moon, and left me in her 65 year old dust, as well as some of the other white hairs. Needless to say, my attitude was quickly adjusted, I was very sore the next day and I’m going back for more!
Don’t let those little white hairs fool ya!
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