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The fitball class was my last session of exercise before the “Deepa-Raya” break. Although I did try to “exercise” during the long week off, with the Kegels and some walks around the shopping complexes, I’m afraid I didn’t do quite as much as I had hoped. I didn’t even get on my fitball at home to bounce for a little while - shame on me…

My first class back after the week’s break was Joanne’s pilates class on a Friday. It was easy. Or perhaps she was going easy on us since we were coming back from a long break and the few that managed to turn up for class were all quite late in their pregnancy. Perhaps it was a combination because the Yoga class that followed on Monday was bloody painful.

Yes, yes, I am as stupid as I appear. I attended yet another yoga class after a painful first session. The class started well, though. I was even thinking for a moment that I was improving because it didn’t seem as bad as the first class. I brought along a towel to stop myself slipping on the mat. The towel helped enormously. I don’t know why it is, but my palms really sweat when I’m doing yoga - it’s even starting to remind me of rock climbing…

Our instructor was amused by the t-shirt I was wearing. It was one of hubby’s old ones with a “restroom” sign on the front. She thought it quite apt since pregnant women are always needing the loo. I, on the other hand, only realised how unflattering that t-shirt looked on me as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. It seemed to augment the fact that I looked like a blob with a head and limbs - a very unattractive sight.

Anyway, the rest of the yoga class progressively got worse. Or rather, it got harder and harder. So much for personal improvement.

I guess I can conclude that pilates is definitely more for me. I like workouts that don’t feel like workouts. The strenuous stuff should be reserved for those days when I’m in the mood to train my mind.

Yeah, it sounds weird when I put it that way, but it takes a lot more exertion to do something that involves working the mind. Take rock climbing, for an example. There are days when I just want to climb “top-rope” because it requires less thinking and less stress on my brain. Subsequently, it also requires less effort from me speaking from a physical point of view. “Leading”, on the other hand, requires more focus and concentration. When my mind is tired, my body feel exhausted.

If I think back to all the times when I stupidly sign up for races without training, the main challenge is against my mind. It’s not so much about the physical element but rather how far I can push my mind’s control over my body.

I think that’s what I miss. Now that I’m pregnant, I dare not push my body because I don’t want to do anything that might jeopardise the baby, but I do miss pushing myself past my limits and doing things that seem difficult or impossible at first glance.

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