Pilates Is The Devil...

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNUIVMPOYDiGNn5buCm03cQY3ZEmBvc5-4Dwy9Pe7C2NSPLWyLNKGL_PvU02TlYmLZbFSI26PsPTmq9JheXR2kQXF_2UcMof6U_wHpdWh3FxmnIc_RK8FXf6u_HpKKZnCXIVEj4RlYNs/s1600/Lifetime02_indoorPool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNUIVMPOYDiGNn5buCm03cQY3ZEmBvc5-4Dwy9Pe7C2NSPLWyLNKGL_PvU02TlYmLZbFSI26PsPTmq9JheXR2kQXF_2UcMof6U_wHpdWh3FxmnIc_RK8FXf6u_HpKKZnCXIVEj4RlYNs/s640/Lifetime02_indoorPool.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Source: LIFETIME FITNESS Photo Gallery</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ytf1Hmp13cYPHu9txWczlPDBixaX7weOxD-FVjtKKW1XcbKkTjsKwX6njNWq2UbNzStmvDDestOXbEuSw9SK_oJ6VjmZRUeczWFuIHNPVYz41cgi3_CIDGmDCRXHfuDIAqmi35FbY34/s1600/Lifetime00_lockerRooms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ytf1Hmp13cYPHu9txWczlPDBixaX7weOxD-FVjtKKW1XcbKkTjsKwX6njNWq2UbNzStmvDDestOXbEuSw9SK_oJ6VjmZRUeczWFuIHNPVYz41cgi3_CIDGmDCRXHfuDIAqmi35FbY34/s640/Lifetime00_lockerRooms.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_nvc0bm="251" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Source: LIFETIME FITNESS Photo Gallery</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_nvc0bm="251" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_nvc0bm="251" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_nvc0bm="109">One of the things The Man so graciously offered up for part of my Birthday Present was a Family Membership to LIFETIME FITNESS.  I'm loving it and so are the G-Kids, it's a fabulous 24 hour facility with EVERYTHING, I feel like I'm at a Resort and look forward to daily visits... now we can work out daily with two hours of Child Care per day provided, as a Couple or solo... and then do the Water Park side as a Family... no excuses not to get back in shape.  And it sure beats marathon walks in the sweltering Desert heat most of the year where you have to pack enough water to cripple a Mule to survive an outing!</em></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm fierce on any Cardio equipment because I'm an avid Walker and Hiker, so since The Man had set me up with a Personal Trainer on my Birthday I spent a week warming up on every conceivable piece of equipment I could figure out, spending 1-2 hours priming my body for said Personal Training Experience.  Boy was I naive!!! *LOL*</em></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_nvc0bm="118">I meet up with the cute, fit, sweet young thing that would be my Personal Trainer, she's about as Youthful as our oldest Grand-Daughters... surely she wouldn't torture HER Gramma... so I felt confident I would survive said workout and she might be somewhat gentle and keep me at Gramma slash Great-Gramma level. *Winks*</em></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_nvc0bm="119">I should have had a clue of things to come when she asked me what "Problem" I most struggle with at this Season of Life?  "Why, getting up smoothly or sometimes at all..." , I innocently say.  It's true, with advancing age getting up from say, the floor, can be an exercise in and of itself... who knew... even though you Witness said acrobatic attempts with your own aging G-Parents & Parents as the years progress, you never think it will happen to YOU! *NOTE: If it hasn't already happened to you, and  you keep on living... it WILL happen to you... yes, YOU!*</em></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><em>Aha, now she knows my WEAKNESS, I'm doomed! *LOL*  Only I don't know it... YET!  </em></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_nvc0bm="120">"Well then, we're going to work on THAT. Have you ever done Pilates?", she asks sweetly.  "Well, years ago I did a lot of Yoga..." I answer... naively thinking Pilates is like Yoga, right?  WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Yoga is gentle... Pilates I am soon to discover, is the Devil!!!!!! *Smiles*</em></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><em>Pilates will require me to activate muscles that I haven't used in perhaps a half a Century or more... OR EVER!!! *LOL*</em></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_nvc0bm="121">I push through the Personal Training Session like a Trooper, sweet Trainer commends me on my tenacity and doing everything she tells me to do without complaint... though all the while I'm thinking I might die and be on the six o'clock news as the out of shape old lady that croaked at the Gym on her Birthday!?   "Can you feel IT?" she says after our workout is complete and she exuberantly bounces away to do it again with some other poor Soul...  If by IT you mean a sensation that my tortured body will be rebelling within perhaps an hour... and I'm wondering how many days I'll be incapacitated by the event... yeah, I FEEL <u>IT</u>?!?! </em></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_7qip16="111" closure_uid_f4549r="122" closure_uid_nvc0bm="125">It's a good thing I celebrated most of my Birthday BEFORE Pilates tortured my muscles... I did enough balance correcting exercises and one legged squats that squatting on the porcelain throne was now challenging and exceedingly painful!!! *Winks*  And I needed The Man to help me up from <u>any</u> sitting or resting position for four days after... so he'll definitely be getting a different kind of workout assisting Pilates crippled Gramma until my body recovers from what feels like a near slow death experience... *Winks*  </em></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><div closure_uid_kjgtob="121"><em closure_uid_kjgtob="122" closure_uid_nvc0bm="128">Note to self: My Body liked Yoga much better, Yoga is gentle... it will take an extreme measure of Mental Warfare with said Body to convince it to continue with the Pilates Program my sweet 'lil Personal Trainer set up for me.  And until I can MOVE again, I'll be spending more time in the Hot Tub than usual... before I can even attempt IT again... *Groan*  Luckily they have a Special on Massages for new Members... I'll be all over THAT!!!  Zen Moments I can handle anytime! *Winks*</em></div></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div closure_uid_nvc0bm="117" style="text-align: center;"><em>Dawn... The Bohemian</em> </div></div>

Pilates Is The Devil...

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Classic Me

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5OoaxKNX5pACvdwCCXDic8FPwyH9x0EJnqNIctoTi1Utq617XHIA5BJjDwT9sZWi5NUCTZeknUjllOLnGqA9m2qvitCDzVubBTOxv5KLOcBGciMM5JQkhTBhvnVBHCqVdsg9ROJ4evTk/s1600-h/runner-runner-outline_logo.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448924863403636946" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5OoaxKNX5pACvdwCCXDic8FPwyH9x0EJnqNIctoTi1Utq617XHIA5BJjDwT9sZWi5NUCTZeknUjllOLnGqA9m2qvitCDzVubBTOxv5KLOcBGciMM5JQkhTBhvnVBHCqVdsg9ROJ4evTk/s400/runner-runner-outline_logo.bmp" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">This really has been an exciting time in my life lately. Newspaper articles and interviews, art shows, my photos on the morning news, concerts, and tons of fun. The latest exciting thing is that I've been asked to be a model in a fashion show on Thursday! It's a benefit for a family who tragically lost their father/husband. It's for a great cause and I get to go to one of my favorite stores and pick out an outfit to wear tomorrow. I even got my brother to be a model too so it should be lots of fun...as long as I don't throw up right before from nerves! Ha.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This has motivated me to buy my own membership at the gym and go every day. Up to this point I have been loafing off of my husband's membership (he can take a guest). But since we are hardly ever kid free and able to go together I decided to just get my own and go. Plus there is free tanning. (I know, I know-redhead's shouldn't tan but I've never been this tan in my life and we're going to a waterpark soon and I bought a bikini and I am sure I could come up with a few more excuses...I mean good reasons.). Today I dropped my son off at preschool and went for the second time all alone. I love working out, especially on a treadmill and with weights but I have always felt a bit uncomfortable at a gym by myself. I'm getting over that and I was doing really well today, running at a great pace for the longest I've ever been able to run...that is until the "incident." They have a place in front for you to put your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ipod</span>/phone and I had mine in there and my headphones on. I guess my hand hooked the cord, pulled the cell phone out where it precariously dangled for what seemed like 5 seconds in slow motion, hit the belt and went flying out behind me! Classic Janna. I had no one to laugh with about this (inside I was laughing hysterically), but there were plenty to laugh at me. I had to stop the machine, get off, and retrieve it. And I lost all my settings on my machine too! I reset it and went back to running as if nothing ever happened. But hopefully someone saw it and laughed because it deserved a laugh! Yes, I will be investing in an armband to hold my phone very soon.</span> </span></div>

Classic Me

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