Pilates- class 2

When Michael and I got married I joined the MAC club with him. He has been a member since birth, practically. I wasn't completely wild about the idea at first, because I pretty much fight anything and everything that forces me into a "box". The MAC is all about being "inside the box". They have rules, rules, and more rules. No flip flops in the lobby. No cell phones in the lobby. No athletic attire in certain elevators. It is what you would refer to as an "old boys club". This used to infuriate me. Mainly because I always, always found myself in the wrong damn elevator in, you guessed it, athletic attire- getting dirty looks from one of the 'ol boys.

But, I've decided if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. After I got over the sticker shock of paying to take Mason to their daycare, I went to my 2nd pilates class today. After having my gall bladder removed, and a c-section, my abs are pretty much WORTHLESS. So, time to get them into a less flabby form. Wow.... the instructor doesn't sit by and watch you fumble around and make an arse of yourself, she trots right over and makes you do it until you get it right. Ensuring that you will be sore for days.......... I am determined to catch up to the 65 old woman who has tighter abs than I've ever had in my life......