I Did It

I finally committed myself. I signed up for a pilates class not too far from home.

The few times I've done a pilates class, I've enjoyed them tremendously. The last time I did one was in North Hatley, when I visited The Man's cousin. The instructor said in her quaint accented English, pilates requires you to centre your balance and energy in your gut, really good for keeping your internal plumbing in place.

My doctor did say I need to exercise the gut area to keep my uterus from falling out. And there is the incontinence issue.

But one of the determining factors in taking the class is that I went to Wonderland not too long ago. I attempted to climb a roped ladder. It looked so easy when the attendants skipped across it. When I tried, I fell over. It wasn't just that I was standing on ropes off the ground, I felt I had no control of my energy and balance.

Which is evidenced by how often I fall over when standing or sitting. For example, this weekend, I was at a friend's in Barrie. I sat down in a round chair to read. I leaned back and toppled over. Did a backward flip. I examined the chair after. It was solid and sturdy. There was no reason why I should have fell over.

On our vacation, we were waiting in line for something. The line finally moved a few inches. I took a step and fell to the ground. When I got up, I said to The Man, Was that embarrassing or what? Were you embarrassed? He said, I am more concerned about your safety. But The Boy mumbled, Yes, yes, yes, for a long time and stood away so people wouldn't think we're related. As if he doesn't look like me or we weren't wearing similar T-shirts.

I can't remember how many times I have fallen over when I am in Port Hope, or in my backyard, or when I have heels on. I can only blame external influences so much.

So. Pilates.