pilates

About twenty years ago, I was in a car-accident that put me in a coma for one month and injured my brain so badly that many of the neurons necessary for walking without assistance (including balance) have been destroyed. After years of physical therapy, tai-chi, and many types of yoga, I tried to accept my fate as being an individual who would never enjoy the feelings of comradery, accomplishment, optimal health and serenity which an a complete workout brings. Poses, positions, and postures could be modified, instructors were usually patient and tried to be helpful. However, I rarely left class soaked in sweat and work on my core was fairly non-existent. Then, I tried pilates at Hot House Yoga. I wish pilates were offered on Sundays.