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12 May 2009 @ 10:10 am
a public repentance  

Forgive me, Pilates, for I have sinned.

It has been two, maybe two and a half weeks, since I have worshiped at your altar. I blame Writing; she’s a jealous lover, and I was impressed with myself for remaining your disciple as long as I did.

But now I understand the error of my ways. Now I understand that you, too, are a harsh mistress, and I am reminded of why it is your name, in its original Greek translation, is thought to mean “makes my muscles burn like fire”. I was not a fool, Pilates. I did the weeniest workout I had on hand, and yet you still kicked my ass. Or my abs, more accurately.

I will return to you on Thursday, Pilates. I will sacrifice my body on your altar. I will try not to weep with the howling agony of neglecting you. But if you need me before then, I’ll be the one sprawled on the couch, unable to move further even if the house is burning down around me.

ytd km swum: 42.2
miles to Minas Tirith: 253

(x-posted from the essential kit)
Current Mood: soreoh god my abs
Pamela: Making a facejeditigger on May 12th, 2009 01:18 pm (UTC)
Your Muse needs to help you, because based in what I experienced yesterday, Pilates' payback is going to be a bitch. :/

(This was very funny.) :)
Geek of Weird Shit: vengeancegows on May 13th, 2009 04:46 am (UTC)
I have been trying to make up to similar jealous mistresses--yoga and weight training. The latter is sneakier, as we have just started back up again after two weeks off.

Yoga, however . . . I'm not sure who thought it was a good idea to take a two-week intensive class, three hours or so a day, but I think that might have been me. Monday was not so bad--lots of little tweaking and holding poses for longer than I was used to, but it wasn't until this morning that I realized the extent of Yoga's anger. (ANGRY, she is!) I did, however, sacrifice myself to the class via multiple beautifully balanced trikonasana (triangle) poses, pushing myself further than I realized I could.

. . . tomorrow, and the rest of the week? Remains to be seen.

I think I need a massage.