Thanks to two Barre sessions and a Pilates session in a 24-hour period, I am achey. I have sore bits up and down my sides and in the deep pitted places in my glutes that I didn't know existed until Pilates and Barrecode and lets not talk about my poor hamstrings (shoulder bridges balanced on little squishy balls - indeed!). I think I've just twigged to why the Wednesday lunch session last week seemed such a mountain to climb. D'oh. Yesterday morning Miss C introduced us to what can only be described as a cross between eagle pose and the wee-wee dance. When you get to it, you'll know it, and so will your legs. My legs feel like what Beyoncé's must do after the Single Ladies video clip or maybe Madonna's after the Beautiful Stranger video clip... And I don't mean "feel" as in what they must feel like to a casual observer were he or she to run the risk of a slap in the face by running a hand up and down my legs (my legs are in truth much squishier than either of those rather more famous women) but how my legs in themselves as occasionally distinct entities must feel.
Thinking of legs - I think I would much rather the legs of Beyoncé rather than the skinny pins of Alexa Chung (British clothes horse famous for no other particular reason). I want So You Think You Can Dance? legs rather than So You Think You Can Hold Me Up? legs.
As I write this I am listening to Kylie Minogue - What Do I Have to Do (7" inch remix). More Kylie in Barrecode wouldn't be a bad thing. Hint. Hint.
Ciao for now!
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