Well, I am pretty sure Pilates classes are going to yield some good blog fodder. Inge de Bruin spent most of this evening's lesson looking at me in a combination of pain and confusion. I don't know what my expression was, but I'm glad it wasn't recorded for posterity. Apparently it's all about the pelvic floor - I didn't know I had one! - and core muscles.
The teacher was giving us advice on working the pelvic floor thingummyjig. She's an earthy, Baltic type. She likened contracting the p.f. to trying to "halt the flow of urine or, you know, keep a fart in". Inge de Bruin looked at me with such delight I thought I was going to fail at the first hurdle.