I did pilates again this evening. Either I’m getting better or the instructor wasn’t pushing us quite so hard. Not sure which it was.
Anyway. I mentioned once before that there is a colleague who goes each week (middle aged lady, quite portly, very nice) and she sometimes makes piggy noises and little snorts when doing the moves. I don’t blame her as I tend to sigh loudly (a lot of pilates is about how you breathe anyway).
Today, we did the backward roll thing. You lie on your back on the mat. You lift your legs up like an upside down bike, hold your legs – breath in – and then as you breath out – you allow yourself to roll back. Anyway, as my colleague rolled back today, a raspberry escaped. Not ‘loud’, but quite audible. In fairness it could have happened to any of us. Suddenly I felt my eyes watering as I struggled desperately not to go to pieces laughing. I’m upside down myself doing these roll backs and I’m kind of shaking because I’m desperately trying to stop myself laughing; I’m really struggling.
At 32 I should know better. Other colleagues plodded on stoically with typical British reserve. A Spanish colleague was bright red in the face and I’m fairly sure that this was because she too was desperately trying not to laugh.
I think I’m just immature.
Anyway, the trouble with a lot of these pilates exercises is that you’re flat on your back with your legs in the air and if you’ve had beans for lunch – woe betide anyone in the vicinity.
In other news, the gym was cancelled as the muppets had run out of fresh towels.