B joined me for pilates this weekend, and kicked all the other kids’ butts (just like he did at yoga). The problem with being 6’4″ is that one does not quite fit on the mat or the roller. Everything is just a teeny-weeny bit too short. But B was a great sport (bribed in part by the offer of Eggs Benedict afterward), and is going to come with me a couple more times. Although I have promised to tone down my excited bouncing around the house in my yoga pants at 8am on Sunday mornings chirping: “Yay! Pilates! Aren’t you *excited*?!”

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4 Responses to Pilates-Man

  1. Ma Torg says:

    Very sad. I've bought a yoga dvd and am trying to convince JEsse to do it with me and he looks at me like I'm crazy. Am I crazy? I think NOT.

  2. K says:

    Ah, the secret for yoga is to have an instructor who has very large… ummmm… tracts of land? and then all the husbands will go with their wives. (worked for my mom and her friends)

  3. B says:

    That unfortunately is not the case for the pilates class.

  4. Um, Erika goes to yoga. But, the class looks like a bunch of people trying to catch imaginary butterflies in outer space. In short, Ma Torg, you're crazy. The answer is Yes. :)Jason

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