There are very few things I blame my mother for, but my legs are
one of them. Unlike my ballet-schooled little sisters who have
hand-drawn calves and pretty little ankles, I was sent to
judo. And got legs to match.
So with adulthood came an unrelenting quest for delectable pins.
I've endured both pain and pleasure; from dry skin brushing to
endermologie, runs with super trainer and psyclelondon.com guru Tim Weeks, and regular
sessions at Ten Pilates with a brilliant gang of trainers including
Rob Carruthers, Luke Meessmann and Adam Ridler.
But as fabulously lean as these lads are, it helps to have a same
gender role model. So to the new Ten Barre class at Ten
Pilates, which as a ballet virgin I anxiously joined. I
didn't even know how to do first position for chrissakes. But there
wasn't time to be self conscious. The fast-paced class is a clever
combination of ballet, pilates, yoga and conditioning, which has
been set up to complement the reformer pilates class.
Thankfully teacher Esme Benjamin was unpatronisingly attentive when
I needed, and turned a blind eye and deaf ear, when my 'lightly
land on your feet' moment, was more elephantine thud.
Esme Benjamin, with the dream dancer's body (not too thin, not too
fat, not too muscly, just right) that will keep me coming back to
this aching-in-all-the-right-places barre class, in the hope that
one day, just maybe, the dancer in me (and her legs) will finally
Ten Pilates offers all Vanity Fair A-List subscribers the
chance to win one of ten, Ten Barre classes (worth £28 each).
To enter this prize draw, send your details (name, address, email,
telephone number) to firstname.lastname@example.org
by 12pm on Friday 11th July.
Terms and conditions apply.