Pilates, Oh Sweet Jesus!

So, tonight I taught my very first Pilates class. For someone with an ADD monkey brain this is the most difficult thing I've ever done. Losing 140 lbs, piece of cake; Getting divorced twice, pooh pooh; Living to be 42 year old, nada; Teaching Nia 2 days after my White Belt, bring it on. Pilates, Classical Pilates that is, is enough to make me quiver in fear. No demonstrating, no talking with my hands (are you kidding me, have you met me), a minimum of words (really, have you met me.)

I stand at the front of my students with my hands behind my back and try to make people understand things like hands behind your head, engage your powerhouse, hands in prayer position dive through your legs and reach around to the outside of your ankles, and feet to seat connection - the looks on their faces alone was enough to strike fear. Luckily my sweet new husband (ie. guinea pig) has let me teach him a few times in the past two weeks in between my bouts of near death. He has given me that "what the hell are you talking about lady" look quite a few times. Well, tonight he came to my very first class and I realized that things might someday begin to make sense. At one point while I was describing drawing a circle with your nose he gave me a tiny little smile and head shake "yes." I knew that not only is what I've said starting to sink in with him but what I said tonight actually made sense to the rest of the class. That moment alone made it worthwhile. It's definitely not Nia yet, I enjoy Pilates but I don't Luuuuurrrrrrrrvvvvvvvvv it like I do Nia. Time will tell. My mom was sweet enough to point out, if it's not for you then nobody says you have to keep doing it.