Thursday, December 9, 2010

I just can't shut it off.

Today was a Pilates day. So after I worked two hours and cleaned up the kitchen, I went to the gym. When I got there, I checked the schedule to see who was teaching and saw that it was Nikki, who I love because she makes us do exercises the other instructors don't. When Nikki's teaching, you're going to do wide-leg squats, which work your inner thighs. Go try it if you don't believe me. Go ahead. I'll wait.

Nikki says you just can't work your inner thighs by lying on the floor, and I would have to agree. When I leave her classes I take the elevator because I can't make my legs negotiate the stairs down to the locker room.

So there we were, getting our sweat on, doing our wide-leg squats with a big exercise ball on the floor in front of us for stability—I guess in case you fall out from the pain—and in the midst of my grunting out the last eight-count, I looked down at my ball and saw this:


I totally missed the last six squats imagining how many millions of exercise balls are printed with that very warning. Makes me want to read the rest of the instructions on there. Who knows what else we're not supposed to do?

Pilates will never be the same again.

Be thankful ~


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