Discover Pilates with Chad
In the depths of St. Louis Park Lifetime, I found a mysterious room. Here, a session named "Discover Pilates" was about to begin. The room felt secretive, like a setting for a hidden cult or a passage to a fantasy land. But instead of magic, there stood Chad, our peaceful instructor for the night, a beacon in the dim space. Our small group of three dared to explore Pilates. The star attraction? The Reformer. It looked like a medieval torture device, challenging my very reasons for being there. Was this a fitness class or a history lesson gone wrong? Chad, exuding calmness, reassured us of its friendliness. But the next day, my sore body told another tale. Initially, the exercises felt simple, like a gentle stretch. Yet, as we delved deeper, their intricacy became evident. Though they seemed soft, by the session's end, it was clear: The Reformer demanded its due. I felt oddly peaceful, reminiscent of a deep massage's afterglow or perhaps a mystical journey. For a newco...