While I don't mind home studios, sometimes they're not fully outfitted. So I appreciate the facilities of a commercial Pilates or Gyrotonic studio. When schedules change, I had to seek a new studio and re-set how I approach doing pilates regularly and consistently.
The gym's reformer classes are insufficient for my needs. I prefer the intimacy of the attention of an instructor since she could totally spot my weaknesses and correct them. That's enormously helpful to my spine. There's mild scoliosis since my teens that has always been held at bay. I intend to keep that going as I age.
I'm even more conscious about keeping up with the fitness levels. Just that on some days, I'm a little wistful that I hit plateaus a lot more because I don't have ski trips or hikes to train for to break up the monotony of the 365 days. I could, of course, but I've made a conscious decision not to ditch the dog. I have no big push to make any plans for a solo trip next year. I'll fly out to somewhere if I feel too stifled. That's the privilege I don't take for granted. So I never whine about not being able to travel. Moot point. Anyway.
I have no interest to experience debilitating perimenopausal musculoskeletal aches and its associated symptoms. I was early to class that day at the Pilates studio. Since the studio doesn't mind, I decided to warm up on the Gyrotonic bench. I hadn't done anything that morning before class, so the muscles were a tad cold. The spirals stretched out the spine and warmed up the obliques.
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