How Pilates Changed My Life

My sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Nelson, sternly warned me that I was going to be sorry if I didn’t learn to stand up straight. This was both confusing and horrifying. I didn’t have the faintest idea of how to stand up straight, but I understood the dire necessity of doing so. A deep dread of a doubtlessly benighted future filled me.  I’d already thrown a fit and refused to go to the physical therapist a few years earlier. The mats smelled funny, and it was all so creepy.
Decades later, I can proudly say that Pilates has enabled me to finally stand up straight. Even my mother said she’d never seen me look so straight, and she’s been watching the whole time. Dance and yoga gave me strength and flexibility, but my body evolved its own quirky ways of working with its dysfunctional spine. I’m here to say that Pilates has straightened me out, Mrs. Nelson.
Pilates has helped me find and use essential supportive muscles that I had never really located before. Pilates has shown me how to push the marble with my nose and that’s been the beginning of it all for me. The upward extension of a spine trained from childhood to curve down down down is a glorious and difficult movement. Upward is not natural for a myopic bookworm. As I’ve struggled to feel wide across collarbone, I’ve moved into an unknown dimension. And Pilates has given me the abdominal muscles that save my poor back from doing all the work. And I’m grateful. If I’m away too long, my back complains, but now there’s a way to fix it. Pilates is forever.

Sherry Charles