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Beautcamp Pilates. It hurts so good.

Beautcamp Pilates

Brave enough to look what's behind that door?

In the glorious wobble-free days before baby, I have been known to be a little obsessed with exercise. I used to run before work, go for a swim after work and spent my lunch breaks on a reformer. Now, if you are thinking I would have been getting steamy with a protestant in between finishing a PowerPoint presentation and grabbing a sandwich  – shame on you for your dirty thoughts, you naughty little things!

I am talking about Pilates on a reformer-machine.

Trainer Dmitri. Trying to copy my moves. Pfffff...

Trainer Dmitri. Trying to copy my moves. Pfffff...

It is easily the best workout I have ever done in my whole life. And the most effective, too. Initially I was looking to cure my reoccurring backache. My osteopath happened to be in the same building as the Pilates studio and recommended to try a class or two. I went downstairs to knock on the door, but the music was so loud that nobody would hear me to let me in. Loud music in a Pilates studio? Not what I was expecting.

Dmitri Tkatchev2

He is doing it again. Bless his cotton socks!

It took one more year and a decent amount of fate to make me knock on that door again. My own office moved into said building. Onto the same floor. Opposite the studio. But only when my backache returned and I read yet another article about how Beautcamp Pilates gave you the bikini body you (read: I) was longing for, I decided to take the plunge.

Metropolitan Sweat. Just before she crumbled into pieces.

Metropolitan Sweat. Just before she crumbled into pieces.

I haven’t regretted it since.* Actually, I became an addict, working out up to eight months pregnant. And as soon as little L had settled into her nursery, I returned.

*Admittedly, I regularly do regret it the day after when my arms hurt so much that I can’t brush my hair, or getting up the stairs is so painful that I consider crashing on the kitchen floor. Also, it’s much more pleasant to spend your time sitting in the sunshine at Ottolenghi and indulging in a café latte accompanied by a slice of apricot cake. But as they say: no pain, no gain.

11 Comments

  1. I think I can feel the pain from here!

    I have this on TV and it looked fantastic. Not sure if I am ready for it yet…..still recovering from this morning’s exercise class!

    Well done you 🙂

  2. Wow this looks fantastic. I definitely want to try this. I think there is one close to me actually. Btw your posture looks great and so are your moves! I would copy them too. Tuesday lunch sounds great. x LZ

  3. i have just returned home from a pilates class. My moves are more restricted due the poorly hand situation but I do find it fab when i find an instrutor that can accomodate.

  4. Big M says

    They just called me from Beautcamp and told me a certain Met Mum has booked a session for me??? That must be a mistake! No such thing is necessary…

  5. I love Pilates too and reformer is the one I prefer. Its a shame that this studio is far way for me.

  6. I LOVE exercise, but I always stop the minute I find out I’m pregnant. Not clever, I know. But I seem to need all my energy for all the other stuff just now.

  7. I’ve considered pilates for a long time, but never made the leap. But, your post is quite convincing, especially if it’s supposed to help with back, or in my case, neck pain. Although, the latte sounds so much nicer, hence why I should be taking pilates in the first place!

  8. melinda says

    Another addict here. 60 min. 2 x per week, with a personal trainer. I must be a masochist… (Otherwise I couldn’t love something what causing that much of (muscle) pain )

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