
Pilates: What it Really Feels Like
That’s not exercise! There was a cartoonish bead of sweat forming on my temple as I straightened my leg yet again and tried to recall what series of events had led me to be lying on my side in a Pilates studio with my buttock feeling like a rusted Hills Hoist. I hadn’t lost any bets recently, and I don’t think I’d just tripped and fallen out of the clinic and across Anzac square and a block down Ann Street onto a Pilates Reformer. Overwhelmingly the most likely answer was that in another health and team-building endeavour, Queen Street Physiotherapy...