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Fitness?

I am into Pilates now. Not that I am into it as in I like it. I am just into it as in I go to classes. Not sure how long they will last for, I am guessing at least 6 as those are as many as I bought the series for and money is not to be wasted. I go, and somehow I know it is doing some good for me but there is no other way to describe it as being medical. I do not take any enjoyment or fun out of it, I do not go with friends, I do not even speak to anyone in class. Unless of course one of trainers comes and tries to take me out of my misery by reducing the intensity of the exercise I am (not) doing.
I just can not love it - I am not posh, cool and fit to love the class and always do the extra exercise and the extra push and that extra challenge, move your hand to the back of your shoulder if you feel you can do an extra bit! Just not me. So I go in the hope that I will feel better, more fit, more capable of surviving these exercises. The only way I guess I will feel better is when I don't have to give up in the middle of an exercise. But I imagine that is probably the point when I stop going (if I even get there ever).

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