Now that I've mostly settled into my new 'hood, I decided to sign up at the cute little studio down the street for something a bit different. I'm usually a gym membership type of gal, but have decided to not commit myself to anything for long periods of time.
The good thing about this little studio is that loud music is not blaring in your face and the classes are not crowded. The bad thing about this little studio is that loud music is not blaring in your face and the classes are not crowded.
If the music were loud I wouldn't have to hear every little grunt and groan from pilates dude. I realize this is an incredibly sexist remark, but guys should just stick to gyms, cycling, jogging and bench pressing. Pilates always conjures up images of Jane Fonda or Kathy Smith. There's something about a little French man in there that seems off somehow. Can't see you tonight honey, the guys and I are heading to our pilates class.
We are a class of 12; two of which are men. One guy is ok; he just follows along and doesn't draw any attention to himself. The other guy is pilates dude. The ritual/warm up he puts himself through prior to the class is comical. I keep waiting for the ligaments in his hamstrings to snap as he pushes himself to stretch beyond what is necessary prior to exercising.
Then there's the huffing and puffing noises and the little jumping on his tippy toes thing. You'd think he was getting ready to step into the ring with Rocky or something. For goodness sakes, calm the heck down...and get thee to a gym!
Hi! I'm Chris, an empty nester living in Montreal and making the most of this stage in my life. I love cooking for friends and family, DIY projects, decorating and writing.