I’ve been doing my Pilates for about … a month? Six weeks? Now. I can’t quite remember, obviously. Doesn’t matter. My core muscles are distinctly stronger than they were. I don’t find Pilates makes me thinner–I can’t do a long enough workout to really get calorie-burning going–but really in very little time I do find it strengthens the ol’ core.
I *have* done an initial “Pilates for Normal People” video. I just sort of figure I need to do two others–one a talking head thing to explain what I’m doing (on the off-hand chance someone who doesn’t read this blog happens on it) and one which is … explanatory. A ‘and in this exercise the idea is to use your stomach mucles instead of your thigh muscles which is much easier’ sort of thing.
…I had a whole bunch of things I was going to post about when I started writing this this morning. Nine hours later, no clue what they were.
Oh, well, except Ted and I went to the sports photography exhibition last night and it was pretty damned cool. The reason it’s from 8-10 at night is because the images are, as suggested by the exhibition name “Illume”, illuminated from behind, so you’re wandering through the dark surrounded by these very large brilliant photographic images. It’s fairly awesome, and well worth going to if you’re in Dublin.
We also went to see “Salt”, which is preposterously full of plot holes but has Liev Schrieber so much is forgiven. Also Angelina Jolie has never been so hot as she is with the man’s haircut. Dayumn.
There is a meet-up of tweeting Dublin writers on the 15th at half ten. I must remember to go!