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I want to share my story of how I found myself in my first Pilates class.

Despite an active and stereotypically outdoorsy Australian childhood (like anything involving sand, surf and sea), becoming a CPA and working in the financial sector meant I was either at a desk all day or stuck on a long-haul trip. Air travel. I thought I was doing a great job of staying in shape; I was a classic “weekend warrior”: running, going to the gym or trying a new physical activity, always going full throttle.

Looking back, I was probably doing more harm than good because I wouldn’t realize I’d gone too far until I’d hurt myself in some way. At this point, I probably had the body of an average office worker – tight hip flexors, forward-curved shoulders and a backache in the making.

When my second child was born by emergency C-section, an American friend insisted that Pilates “is what ALL models and celebrities did”, especially for getting back into shape after childbirth, so I thought I’d give it a try and joined her class.

Predictably, I was pathetic! I couldn’t roll over, I didn’t know where my pelvic floor was, on a good day I could bend down and touch my knees, I was so inflexible. I looked around at everyone and thought it just wasn’t possible. Am I really in such a bad state?

Pilates exercises seemed so easy and yet so difficult, but I was intrigued.

What brought you to your first course? An injury? Pregnancy? A friend in need of company?

If you’re a Pilates teacher, what’s your funniest experience with a beginner?

I’d love to hear your stories from around the world!

Lynn