There Is Always Hope

Today in Pilate's class the thought of, how did I ever let this body get so far off track, kept repeating in my head. That thought was followed by, will it ever get back to where it should be, is it possible. I was having a hard enough time remembering the breathing pattern, core engaged, keegel it up, don't move the board ... and more that have faded with time thank goodness or I may never show up at the next class. It did not help that the muscles were shaking and screaming, what do you mean four more hasn't it been 45 minutes yet. Funny how there is a love/hate feeling for the class. While doing it hate the fact that so much can only be done at the easiest level. Love the way it makes the body feel (after the initial post class sore period). When the thoughts of never moving out of the ranks of beginner hit I try to remember last January and how much has progressed in other areas of workout. Things get better, it will just take time. OK, a lot of time but who does not like a challenge, hush not listening muscles.