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July 13th, 2009

pilatesThis morning was a learning experience to say the least.

I’ve been bouncing back and forth between exercise regimes for as long as I can remember.  When I was a kid, it was softball practice, bike riding and running.  When I was a teen, it was random spurts of jumping jacks and crunches.

Since I’ve been with Master, it’s been all over the place.  Hiking, strength training, Pilates, walking, random spurts of jumping jacks and crunches…  You name it, I’ve probably tried it.  I don’t stop because I get bored (though I do get bored sometimes).  I stop because I don’t see any improvement.  I’m not sure if that’s the “I hate myself!” bias or if there really is no improvement.

So the other day, M says, “You said you won’t do them unless I order you to.”  And lately, that is absolutely the case (though that didn’t stop me from trying to explain away my lack of will power).  I want to do it.  I would love to do it.  But I will not even ask to get off my ass unless He tells me to.

I was supposed to start again on Saturday but He had to work over night Friday so He let me slide.  Today, He made me start again.

Can I just tell you that I am hella out of shape?  Seriously.  My legs are killing me.  I’ve never had them hurt this bad after a session of Pilates.

Can I also tell you that screaming birds are not conducive to meditation and oneness with oneself?  I almost killed them all.  Fer realz.  I mean, since we got Baby, Sunshine’s been relatively quiet and even she was screaming.

Birdie pie, anyone?

But!  My spirits have lifted.  I always feel awesome after Pilates.  Even this time, when my meditating abilities were minuscule due to the cacophony of loud-ass, mother-fucking birds.  =D

So… Lessons learned.  Don’t wake the birds till I’m done breaking my legs.  And breaking my legs helps to bring my mental state back round to where it belongs.

I’m gonna like this being ordered to exercise thing.  Even when I don’t.

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