18/01/2026
So… I’ve gone and done a thing 😅🩼
In an impressive display of enthusiasm, questionable footwear choices, and gravity being entirely unsympathetic, I’ve broken my fibula. Yes. I know.
What a plonka RODNEY!
The good news, I’m okay. Slightly slower, sporting a glamorous boot and crutches, but very much still me.
Pilates is continuing, just with a bit less demonstrating and a lot more bossy cueing. Turns out crutches are surprisingly useful for emphasis.
Coaching, meanwhile, requires no crutches whatsoever, which is handy. If anything, this enforced slowing down has been a timely reminder that movement isn’t always physical. Sometimes the real shift happens when you stop rushing, take stock, and choose what’s next a little more thoughtfully.
So if your body is moving but your head feels a bit jammed, coaching is very much open. If your body needs gentler movement, Pilates adapts beautifully. I clearly needed the reminder myself.
Practising what I teach, one wobble at a time.
Good thing, bad thing… who knows.
Adele 💜
