The doomsday reports in print and on air left little to the imagination of what could happen if someone was infected with Covid-19 and so when I tested positive, like any normal rational person, I panicked.

Curiously, my first symptom was a series of hot flashes which was unusual because I hadn’t had hot flashes in a number of years. But then over the next few days I developed a fever along with body aches and chills. And then, I experienced an intense sinus cold. It clamped down on my nose and some of the heavy congestion traveled deep into my chest. I was at my sickest from November 2020 thru February 2021, and during this time the cold air compromised my inflamed lungs making it more difficult to breathe. Sleeping was extremely difficult as I couldn’t find a comfortable position without my sinuses becoming completely stuffed up. I kept having to breathe into a washcloth smothered with eucalyptus oil. Any physical effort elevated my heart rate and just to prepare a meal sent me back to bed. I noticed especially in the mornings that my entire body felt as if I had had a caffeine shot – a shaky feeling or some kind of internal vibration. Little did I know at the time that my autonomic nervous system was completely misfiring and keeping me in a state of fight or flight.

Living alone and trying to heal, I was also alone with my thoughts and that part might have been the roughest for me. Not able to have proper perspective around my illness caused tremendous anxiety. With all of my Pilates and other fitness training I knew when lungs had to work harder so did the heart. I was afraid to move too quickly or do too many tasks for fear of my airways closing. I kept saying to myself, why isn’t my body healing? What am I not doing that I should be doing? I mean, isn’t this just a bad flu? But then about a week into my illness while resting in bed, I felt this intense pressure on my chest as if someone was literally standing on top of me – it was at this point that I fully comprehended I was now part of the Covid Club.

I had never experienced this amount of stress. The continual shortness of breath coupled with severe anxiety brought on a number of panic attacks. If fact, one of those attacks was so severe I ended up in the emergency hospital. The first visit to the ER, the nurses dressed in what looked like hazmat suits, wheeled me into a room and left me – instead of comforting me, the medical staff stayed clear of me. Eventually they took bloodwork and a lung x-ray. Six very long hours later I was released and given a finger oximeter to check my oxygen and heart rate at home. For those who never heard of a finger oximeter – it’s a small clip-on device that reads your oxygen saturation level and your heart rate. For a healthy person the O2 reading is usually 99 or 100 – 100 being the highest. Anything under 94 is cause for concern. I kept staring at the oximeter as it hugged tightly around my middle finger, willing it to move up from the 92 level. I’d take 95, just to keep me from feeling like I needed to go to the ER again. My fear was having to be admitted into the ICU because everyone knew that might mean being put on a ventilator and possibly never going home.

Because I was so spent emotionally and mentally, it wasn’t until I got home that I became aware of something in my arm – turns out one of the ER nurse’s forgot to remove the IV. And what ensued I suppose is funny now, but certainly not then. As soon as walked in my door I got on the phone with two of my sisters who each offered advice as what to do. One sister said go to YouTube, the other Google. It was close to 1am and I was so exhausted I couldn’t think. Then it was suggested to call 911 again, and because I live in such a small town, it was the same guy who answered the first time when I breathlessly asked to be taken to the emergency hospital. Luckily, he knew of a mobile urgent care person on call who literally dropped what she was doing, drove up the unlit winding road to my cottage at 1am to help me. Quickly and professionally she removed the IV, placed a bandage on my arm and was back in her car in less than five minutes.

The one thing I really appreciated about my time at the emergency hospital was that the ER nurses saw me right away — a far different experience from trying to contact my primary doctor. There was no direct line to her office, so I had to go through the automated phone system and many times it was a 2-4 hour wait. I’d even call very late at night to the Nurses Advice Call line only to speak with someone who had no clue how to advise me. During the first couple of weeks when I was the most scared and ill, I had no luck speaking with my doctor, only her office staff was available. They were of little help either so I quietly suffered at home, not knowing how to help myself other than rest, hot soups and teas and vitamins. I truly believe many of us Long Covid sufferers are long covid because our doctors didn’t get to us fast enough if at all or didn’t really know how to treat us so we had to figure it out on our own.

I continued teaching online which in hindsight wasn’t very smart because my voice tired easily leaving my vocal chords irritated and scratchy. Consequently, I wasn’t able to give many corrections or cues to my students but they continued to show up every week even though I was just a shadow of myself. My students were all very understanding and kind as they saw me struggle to hold myself and the class together. Whenever I took a workshop from Romana Kryzanowska in New York or elsewhere, she inevitably would say, “Pilates could be summed up in 3 words. Stretch, strength and control.” I pretty much lost control over my body and also my mind. My life long devotion to health and fitness couldn’t save me this time and I fell into a very dark hole.

There is so much more to this saga. For instance, the term, “Brain fog” is sometimes carelessly tossed around to describe brain disfunction – is nothing like being in fog. For me, it felt as if someone shoved a stick into my ear and scrambled my brain. I had no ability to track a thought. I found myself just staring at the television not able to take in the scene in front of me. Then there were weird symptoms that appeared months after the acute stage – my right nostril leaked blood, I heard ringing in my ears, my neck swelled, my throat hurt continually and I had trouble swallowing. The CT lung scan revealed “scattered ground glass opacities” which may have explained my inability to take full breaths. The fight/flight response never shut off. Even now seven months later I have no sense of smell.

However, light did filter down into that dark hole of mine – there were the life saving covid support groups, the incredible kindnesses my sisters and mom showed me, my friends and neighbors bringing me soup and shopping for me, and even the softening of my own heart. Although this recovery has been extremely slow and beyond frustrating, I am on the mend. One thing I did learn throughout this ordeal was that the kindness I easily give to others, I had to learn to give to myself.

One morning in 2004, I woke up with a fever, chills and a sore throat. I assumed I caught the flu and that if I rested and took care of myself in a couple of weeks I’d be well. I canceled my teaching and used many of the home remedies health practitioners recommended. They didn’t work. By week two, I wasn’t feeling any better, and what scared me was I couldn’t take a full breath. Before this experience, I had my clients focus on the breath regularly telling them to expand and contract their lungs. But what did I actually mean to expand and contract the lungs? Was it even it possible if the lungs were compromised? I didn’t know and felt ashamed at my ignorance. I tucked away that revelation as it was time to see my doctor.

It took me three weeks to get an appointment. All of my symptoms were gone; however, I still couldn’t fully inhale. My doctor listened to my lungs and told me I had developed a secondary infection and there wasn’t much I could do except rest. But, I can’t take a full breath I said, so he prescribed an inhaler. Appointment over, come back in two weeks. 

Wow, I thought, it’s true. Some doctors really don’t care. Discouraged, I drove home feeling alone and scared. I lived in a one-bedroom apartment with two demanding cats, but I ignored them and dragged myself to an unmade bed, hoping they would forgive me. Actually, my cats must have known I wasn’t well because they snuggled quite close to me, not caring I hadn’t said hello nor filled up their cat dishes. 

Because the doctor said I was no longer contagious, I braved the Los Angeles traffic, allowing extra time as I needed to move slowly and to pace myself. Climbing the stairs to my studio, setting up for clients, returning vendors’ calls — all exhausted me. The normal seven hours of teaching and running my studio now depleted my energy and made me long for my bed. I knew I was pale and that I’d lost weight, but if my students noticed, they didn’t say anything. For the next couple of months, I followed a simple routine: I’d wake, usually in a fog, have a light breakfast, use my inhaler, drive to my studio, teach, drive home and return to bed. This was my life as I tried to figure out why my respiratory system wasn’t improving. 

Though the doctor lacked concern, he was right about my needing to rest because at last, my mind started to clear and one powerful thought cut through the flu fog. Why couldn’t I use my own practice to heal myself? It seemed so obvious!

I imagined a client coming to me in a weakened state with respiratory problems. What parts of the Pilates system would be most helpful for this client? Well, then, why not be my own client? I felt both relieved and hopeful and as I committed to a few minutes on the Reformer after work as well as returning to my studio on days I didn’t teach. Somehow the Reformer felt like the right place to begin my re-entry into the land of the living. My nervous system was fragile, and I’d tremble after only a few minutes of exercising. But I was determined to practice what I preached, and incrementally those few arduous minutes grew into 10, then 15, and then 20 minutes of non-stop movement. I encouraged my imaginary client which was me, to remain focused on the breath. By the third week, I had a breakthrough — my trembling disappeared, and my lungs began to open. No inhaler could have competed with the power of those Pilates exercises. 

As the weeks turned into months, I kept up my practice and eventually, was able to get through an entire hour workout. I felt stronger than before I got sick and the memories of how I recovered have continued to help guide me. My firsthand experience led me to feel a renewed sense of gratitude and appreciation. I couldn’t have imagined an illness keeping me hostage for so long would reinforce what I’d always known — Pilates heals.

In closing, I have a few tips for any instructor working with a client who is dealing with a respiratory issue. First, just know and trust the body’s desire is to return to homeostasis. Please have your client focus solely on the breath. Your actual cues are secondary to the client’s ability to understand that the breath moves the body.

Because the Reformer seemed the logical place for my own healing, I approached the Reformer like a beginner, not an advanced practitioner who concentrated on refining rhythm and technique. I had to set aside my decades of training and make the mental adjustment necessary for the first step in the healing process. 

I began with Footwork as we usually do, but I used each foot position as a way to reconnect to my intention — to increase my lung capacity. As I placed my feet in the various positions, I pushed the carriage away from the foot bar, slowly enough to inhale until my legs were fully extended, even though my lungs still felt stuck. After I extended my legs, I returned the carriage “home” slowly so I could fully exhale. Although I was moving in slow motion, it made sense to me because I kept thinking about my imaginary client to whom I’d also give kindness and specific directions. In essence, Footwork became my breathing barometer. I then attempted some of the exercises in both the Basic and Intermediate repertories. My main goal was to monitor my breath — did each exercise open my lungs or not?  Or was I forcing an exercise and cutting off my breath?

I recommend having your client begin the sessions on his/her back so the spine and especially, the ribs can soften and release any tension. Whatever equipment you choose, limit the time there to ten or fifteen minutes as the body will fatigue quickly. Depending on the exercise, experiment with the number of springs. Listening and exploring with a variety of exercises will be as unique as the client and depend on the client’s awareness and proprioceptive capabilities. Keep your client focused on the breath — I can’t emphasize this enough — and readjust if she/he cannot find the breath in a particular exercise. Be prepared for a slow recovery. If you’re methodical, consistent, and encouraging, your client will become your biggest fan!

I’ve learned a lot since 2004, and though I still advise starting with the Reformer to establish a baseline, I now take the client to the Cadillac for assisted stretches. Your client will be weak and vulnerable, so be patient. Be deliberate. You have the opportunity to be a fabulous healing conduit.



Recently, my sister asked me what type of student was the most rewarding to teach. I didn’t even have to think about it — a professional athlete or a professional dancer, highly physically conditioned and very motivated. When she probed a little deeper though, I realized something quite profound. Actually, it wasn’t the talent of a body I was attracted to; it was the talent of a mind. I recalled a former client who was not an athlete nor a dancer. She was a professional writer who basically sat on her butt all day which caused her to have constant back aches. Shaped like an apple, she practically rolled into my studio. 

From the very first exercise she attempted, her overall weakness and lack of abdominal strength were obvious, and I wondered if she’d stick around long enough for me to help her. But she did. I underestimated her commitment to changing her life, and she made such progress that her backaches completely disappeared, her waistline narrowed and her enjoyment of working out was evident. She made me think of Mr. Pilates’ quote, “Physical fitness is the first requisite to happiness.” I loved teaching her because she was present, smart and willing to try anything I asked. However, because she was body illiterate, I had to be very clear about my choice of words and readjusted my language and terminology.

For those who love to teach, as I do, a new client with little body awareness presents a different type of cueing challenge. Corrections normally given to students who practice regularly will mean very little to novices, especially those who may be overweight and cannot feel various actions in their body. With my writer-client, I had to find a new way to describe exercises I wanted her to try. At the beginning of a student’s Pilates journey, using relatable vocabulary is imperative. Simply put, you want to create a successful experience for the newcomer, show your concern by continually checking in with what the student may or may not be feeling. When you do this, you’ll discover you’re learning new skills as well. 

Inquisitive newbies have chosen you because they’ve heard what a great instructor you are or read about you in a magazine or saw you teach online. They’re coming to you, just as my client came to me, because they want to change their bodies and make their lives better. They’ll be expecting an individual program designed to help them with their fitness level, improve their posture, and develop an overall state of well-being. A word of caution: try to resist being the center of their lessons, even as your clients shower you with appreciation for the expertise you’re providing. Consider the adage, “Be more interested than interesting,” and let your students know they have your undivided attention. There’s nothing more depressing than a distracted teacher or a teacher who talks about him or herself during a student’s lesson. Because every student presents a unique set of movement patterns, the challenge is figuring out the how’s and why’s of that particular body. The more interest you show in a student, the more he or she will open up to you. This intimate process can provide the reasons for those faulty movement patterns such as childhood injuries, past emotional trauma or other harmful experiences. 

So, I’m grateful to my sister for asking about my client preference because it made me realize that all along my favorite students have been open, curious and hard-working; it really didn’t matter their size, shape or body literacy. If you’re in it for the long haul, it pays to re-evaluate who you think are as a Pilates mentor and what you think you have to offer those who come to learn. In fact, some of them may even become your superstars.

For more information about Darien Gold, you might check out the March/April 2020 print and digital issue of Pilates Style magazine. Darien’s forty-year journey from the gymnastics mat to the Pilates mat is the featured story, Voice of Pilates, and found in the section, Masters of the Method, Powerhouse. You can also listen to Darien’s live weekly radio show, “All Things Pilates” on KPCA.FM and local radio, 103.3FM or her bi-monthly podcast, ALL THINGS PILATES on Apple Podcast, Spotify or wherever you get your podcasts. Learn from some of the top Pilates experts as well as lesser known experts — all who are making an impact on our fascinating industry. 

Last month, I was asked to be a guest on a fellow programmer’s show at the KPCA radio station. After she introduced me and mentioned my show, All Things Pilates, the next words out of her mouth were, “What is Pilates?” I wish I could say that I had the perfect answer, but I didn’t, perhaps because her question was asked in the morning and my brain wasn’t fully switched on. But even if it weren’t in the morning, how could I explain Pilates and its power to transform those who practice it and how this work has shaped my life, all in a brief response? It wasn’t as if we had the entire show to talk about the numerous benefits and life changing exercises the Pilates method offers its followers. And even though it’s been my most enduring relationship, I found myself struggling to find the simplest explanation because there is just so much to the Pilates method and one short interview wouldn’t do it justice. However, now that I’ve had time to think about it, I have a lot to say.

The Pilates method is a body conditioning system built on strength, stretch and control. With each of the hundreds of exercises practiced both on the mat and the equipment, the goal is the same; to develop stability, elongation and control throughout the entire body. Every Pilates exercise is designed to activate the deep abdominal, back and core skeletal muscles and time is spent not only on each individual exercise but the transitions from exercise to exercise which establishes a flow so necessary to master the full routines. Each student learns the mat and reformer repertoire and then is introduced to all of the other apparatus and accessory props that make up this unique system. 

Joseph Pilates, the creator and inventor, gave us a brilliant gift, or should I say, gifts. Those “gifts” were originally built by Joseph and his brother, Fred. Joseph constantly tweaked the apparatus designs to accommodate his students. Mr. Pilates’ invention list is awe-inspiring beginning with the High mat, then the most recognizable apparatus, the Reformer, and the list continues: the Cadillac, Wunda chair, Electric chair, Baby arm chair, Guillotine, Ladder barrel, Baby barrel, Pedipole, Spine corrector, Magic circle, Foot corrector, Toe exerciser, Hands Tens-o-meter, Breath-o-sizer, Bean bag roll up device, Push-up device, Airplane board and the recent discovery and reproduction of the Resister. How cool and amazing is that line-up? 

Each apparatus has its own set of exercises that complement the mat work and because the mat work is the foundation of the Pilates method, all of the other equipment assist and amplify the mat repertoire. In addition, the breath plays a role and is integral to the method, so much so that many of the exercises are defined by the breath. One of Mr. Pilates’ more familiar quotes was that if there was only one thing he wanted a student to learn from him, it was to breathe properly. 

For me, learning Pilates was a very natural transition from my days as a competitive gymnast and later as a professional dancer. Pilates teaches concentration and coordination, resulting in a greater sense of the mind/body connection. Imagine combining the techniques of gymnastics, dance, yoga and boxing into one method, then adding spring loaded apparatus – well, you get yourself quite a powerful and strength building method. Unlike weight machines or free weights that focus on particular body parts, each Pilates move requires the full body to be activated.

I knew from my first lesson, the familiar feeling of working deep in the body. And because of the rehabilitative benefits of Pilates, it has attracted scores of athletes and dancers. Mr. Pilates was a visionary. He believed that his method would and could help anyone with daily activities and life itself. Mr. Pilates used to say, “Physical fitness is the first requisite to happiness.” And actually, that says it all. A strong and supple body prepares one to handle life’s challenges and is a powerful motivator to living a happy life. And though the method is simple to understand in its geometrical design, mastering the actual exercises just might take a lifetime.

On my radio show, “All Things Pilates,” I recently had Dan Cutherbertson, a local Martial Arts expert, who has been teaching and training children and adults for the past 40 years. Dan explained about the different types of Marital Arts he taught at his Martial Arts school, and as the interview unfolded, he shared one of his experiences as a young Martial Arts student, training and preparing to fight an opponent in the boxing ring. Though used to losing his matches, he still gave his all, and was as amazed himself as he realized he was winning the match. Then he heard his coach shout, “Finish him off, finish him off!” and at that very moment he realized this type of training was too violent for him, and he lost interest in winning, vowing he wouldn’t fight in the ring or street ever again. Dan began re-evaluating the various self-defense techniques he’d learned and thought it was time to redirect his attention to a more peaceful practice. Tai Chi and with its meditation component, seemed like a natural next step to help calm the mind and develop a new inner strength in which the goal is not to physically take down an opponent, but to dissipate and diffuse a potentially tense situation with humility instead of with aggression. As he was sharing this epiphany with my listeners and me, I had a quick, vivid memory of my own.

I was in 5th grade, and there was a boy in class that bothered and teased me, and one day I’d had enough. As the fourth and youngest daughter from a boisterous and expressive family, I was used to being teased.  It didn’t help matters that I was a very small and skinny child and was called, “Skinny Malink” and “Vuncela,” a Yiddish term for a bed bug. But by the time I was in 5th grade, I had gained strength and confidence in my athletic abilities and played sports only with the boys. I passed a note to one of my friends in class and told her that I was going to beat up the bully. She must have passed around the note because when school was out, a crowd had already formed at the bike pen where I planned to kick this boy’s butt. And just like in professional fighting matches where the reigning champion struts in from the back of the gymnasium, fans parting the way for him, the school kids cleared a path for me. I was on fire. This boy was going to learn that teasing me wasn’t going to happen again, especially, when he felt the lump I was going to leave him with. But as I approached him and walked into his personal space, I saw the fear in his eyes and felt a moment of compassion for him.

Two voices in my head were battling for my attention, and seeing the boy’s fear would have been enough for me to change my mind, perhaps. I’ll never know for at that moment, the vice principle showed up and everyone fled, except the bully and me. He took us to the principle’s office, and we reluctantly sat down and waited for our parents.

It was an odd sensation, that day, feeling both compassion and anger at the same time. These strong emotions both hold energy but at different vibrations. I’d like to think, like Dan, I would have chosen the higher vibrational path, though not sure what would have happened had the vice principle not appeared. I am sure, though, that my initial attraction to Pilates was because of how powerful it made me feel. The Pilates method is an athletic blend of science and art, combining gymnastics, dance, boxing, swimming and yoga, and as it turned out, the perfect remedy for my fighting impulses.

When I first learned the Pilates method from Romana, she referred to the method as the “Pilates system,” as there were eight major pieces of equipment that Joseph Pilates invented* and each had its own specific exercises. As one of the eight, the Ladder Barrel at first sight is just a large round hump with a small ladder attached to it, but for those who practice the Pilates system, it has become a favorite for stretching the legs and spine.

A part of the Pilates method called the “Short Box Series” is often taught on the Ladder Barrel, and the last exercise of this series is called, “Climb a Tree.” While most of us in Romana’s certification program were dancers and former dancers and quite capable of extreme stretches, she didn’t want us to teach Climb a Tree as there was (and still is) an element of fear in leaning backwards for the non-dancer type clientele. Romana’s belief in safety in teaching the Pilates method never wavered, and neither has mine. Yet, as my teaching abilities matured, I was able to clearly explain and demonstrate for my students the benefits of the full exercise.

You can view the Short Box Series, on an iPad/iPhone app, DVD or on my YouTube channel. I demonstrate it on the safest of all the apparatus – the Mat. The mat provides support for the spine and legs which makes it an easy place to practice, and if you’re a teacher, to teach it. In addition, the fear factor for “Climb a tree’” is non-existent as there isn’t an opportunity for full back extension. However, for my students who learn the Pilates exercises including the Tree, on the apparatus, they learn the true meaning of “You are as young as your spinal column,” which is part of the Pilates philosophy.

* Joseph Pilates’ creative genius was always at work, even on a ship sailing to America. The ship also carried a cargo of wine barrels – and that led to his experiments of leaning backwards over a wine barrel and feeling the immediate stretch and release in the spine. This resulted in his invention of the Ladder Barrel as well as the Magic circle, inspired by the steel bands that encircled the barrels.

I had wanted to convert my storage shed into a working studio for my Pilates students and also envisioned passing on the Pilates lineage to another generation of teachers. However, without capital or skills I was unable to see how I was going to transform a Cinderella into a beautiful Princess. But when Sally C., my assistant and first official apprentice, suggested a crowdsource funding opportunity, I realized that my goal was indeed possible! Of course, I had no idea what to expect, never being part of an online campaign before, let alone my very own, and the Go Fund Me business model was a simple one. Enter the amount of money needed and why.

The explanation was just as simple. Last summer, a Pilates instructor from Switzerland came to study with me for two weeks. She told me that she learned more in our two weeks together than from the Pilates instructors who would eventually certify her. That experience increased my drive to impart the traditional work to the next generation. The Pilates method is so huge in scope, and though the studio would be small, I knew I’d be able to help many who were seeking to learn the original repertoire as taught to me by Romana Kryzanowska, one of Joseph H. Pilates’ main disciples. To my stunned delight I didn’t have to wait long before my first $100 donation came in; a day later another $100; and then the next day a $50 donation. Soon I was receiving donations from family, friends and even people who preferred anonymity – my email account was filled with not only donations but encouraging wishes as well.

Then the real work began. Each and every clumsy step I took emphasized my inexperience as a builder. But Sally kept me sane as we put on the various hats we needed since we found out early that contractors weren’t always reliable. We insulated, sheet rocked, taped, mudded, sanded, textured and finally primed and painted. Neither one of us will ever look at a wall or ceiling the same way. When the time comes to build my school, I’m confident that with my new skills I’ll be my own project manager!

My once shed is no longer a shed, and both Sally and I are very grateful for the generosity of our donors who helped to make this project a reality. All forty of their names adorn a wall of Le Petit Studio Darien as a constant reminder of how dreams can come true with a little or a lot of help from our family, friends, and even the anonymous.

Click here to view the shed before, during and after!

“Connect your feet to your seat,” Romana Kryzanowska would often say. Not only was Romana one of Joseph Pilates’ most devoted pupils, she was also one of several ballet dancers who were introduced to him by the master choreographer, George Balanchine, whose own school was in the same building. Romana as well as many other dancers learned about the Pilates technique and how it helped and healed injuries, and as a result, Pilates quickly became accepted in the dance world. Countless hours are spent at the ballet barre, articulating and strengthening all parts of the body, especially the feet, and it was  under the tutelage of Mr. Pilates that Romana deepened her knowledge about the feet’s relationship to the rest of the body.

I, too have a history with the feet, though not as dignified as ballet. Two weeks after my birth, my mother watched in disbelief as I dug my heels into the bassinet’s mattress and flipped myself over and landed on my back —I’ve always considered that my first athletic move. But when I six years old, my mother took me to the family doctor for a check-up, and he said my feet were flat, weak and that I needed corrective shoes. Destined to be physically fit, I dismissed his opinion, and followed my own athletic dreams — from high school all-around competitive gymnastics to a near twenty-year professional dance career. By the time I was introduced to the Pilates method, my feet had pushed, pressed, propelled, gripped, balanced, and articulated —quite an accomplishment for a pair of condemned feet.

Romana’s mastery of the Pilates method inspired me to emulate her, and though my feet still have their challenges, I use the knowledge and guidance she imparted, and infuse them into my own teaching. The concepts and principles of the Pilates method has a strong and balanced foundation, and it is the feet that begin the body’s journey.

Age (ing)

I used to live in one of the most superficial cities in the nation, one that was only capable of seeing and celebrating youth. But I was inspired by someone who was neither young nor yet celebrated, and by then, already in her seventies.

Pilates protégé, Romana Kryzanowska, began visiting Los Angeles at a time when Pilates was an unknown conditioning method, and I was fortunate to be one of the teachers who would learn the undiluted Pilates system through her certification program. Romana’s desire was to pass on the traditional Pilates repertoire to those of us with what she considered special requirements — physical strength, endurance, and the intelligence to understand the technique. On one of her West Coast visits, I watched her fearlessly demonstrate various inversions on the Cadillac, as well as an advanced exercise named the Star, on the Reformer, a Romana signature exercise that Joe taught her. She must have excelled in his eyes, because thereafter Joe considered Romana, his star. Joseph Pilates’ statement, “We should be in our prime in our 70’s, and should not be considered old until we are 100,” was clearly echoed by Romana as she showed off her Pilates strength throughout our certification program.

As some of our own youthfulness recedes, we can indeed keep strong by choosing body conditioning programs like the traditional Pilates method, or any of its variations, and by embracing activities that require us to push, pull, press, reach and resist. Like Romana, we too, can echo Joe’s philosophy and celebrate our aging with confidence.