Bring on the Gratz: Chris Niles Reflects on BT's New Toys
Those of you whoâve dropped by BodyTonic lately will notice that the landscape is a little different. Weâve re-branded with Gratz, the original equipment designed by Joseph Pilates. Weâve taken out the old mat springs wall units and replaced them with Towers, which have all the functionality of Cadillacs minus the cage. The old Peak Reformers are gone, replaced by skinnier, sleeker machines. And as if that wasnât an embarrassment of riches, the new Reformers also convert to Cadillacs. To quote The Lego Movie; âeverything is awesome.â
 âWeâve got a lot of new toys to play with,â Jennifer said at the start of her first Tower class a few days ago. Her choice of words made me think about how often I hear the word âplayâ in Pilates.  And not just play, but âfunâ and âtreatâ and âdeliciousâ. Weâre a bit weird like that; at BodyTonic a treat is that yummy stretch after push through on the Tower. Or the blood-rushing thrill you feel after a backbend or handstand.  Chocolate? Meh. Give me ballet stretches on the High Barrel.
 Joseph Pilates put a lot of experience into his lifeâs work; the experience of boxers, dancers, wounded war veterans, circus performers even. But his two inspirations were babies and animals. He painstakingly built his exercise system to mimic the fluidity of movement that comes from unthinking joy.
 Take rolling like a ball. Again and again Iâve seen clients laugh when they do it for the first time. Why not? Itâs fun. And where else in adult life do we get to behave that way?
 Iâve worked out in one way or another for most of my life.  I grew up in New Zealand, where sport was a mandatory, daily activity from almost the first day at primary school. I hit balls around in various capacities. I swam and ice skated and ran long, long distances across muddy fields. I did it because I had to, and because my father thought that sports built character. I didnât dislike it; I didnât think much about it at all, and I was quite good at it. But as soon as I had the opportunity to stop, after high school was over, I took it.
 Thus began my adult relationship with working out. Itâs a squalid and sad tale, filled with high expectations, followed by the inevitable broken promises and disappointments. Each new regime began (and ended) in exactly the same way. Iâm old enough to remember when Jane Fondaâs thoughts on exercise were considered life changing. Needless to say her thoughts did not change my life, mostly because I got bored with the workout almost as soon as Iâd unwrapped the cassette.
 Undaunted, I moved on. I tried Jazzercise and all its faddish stepchildren. (Embarrassment prevents me from naming them.) I joined countless gyms, spent thousands on fees and wore some truly regrettable Lycra outfits. I injured myself time and time again because I had no knowledge of what my body could and couldnât do, and was too often urged by inexperienced teachers to push past my limits.
 I stepped outside for a bit, trying martial arts, tai chi, yoga, boxing; searching for that thing that was calling to me for a lifetime commitment. I didnât find it. And every now and then Iâd go back to a gym, stupidly hoping for a different outcome from the same behavior. No matter how much I tried, I didnât achieve the results I wanted. And worse, it bored me to the marrow.
 Joseph Pilates wisely and instinctively understood that children and animals arenât bored.  Physical fitness is the first prerequisite of happiness, he said. And we were born to move. Why shouldnât it be fun?
 Iâve never been bored in Pilates, but the new equipment has opened up a whole new conversation between me and the machines. Iâm reminded once more of what my body is and isnât capable of.
 The first thing you notice is that the springs push you around more. Exercises that were easy now require more oomph. Itâs only been a few weeks, but I canât get the carriage that last inch in for Reformer tendon stretch, yet it was snap on the Peak machine.  Swakkati has become laughably hard. Or was I crying? I canât be sure.
 On the other hand, reaching through to take off springs in stomach massage is inexplicably easier. And because the Gratz Reformer carriage is narrower, Iâm able to put my foot down for Balance Control to Arabesque, which I couldnât do on the old machines.
Iâm doing all this exploration without judgmentâa gift that I received from Jennifer and Candice who have kindly and patiently watched possibly the least qualified person embark on teacher training, and have always a valid explanation for why I canât do even some of the most basic exercises.
 Pilates is endless fascinating and increasingly subtle. In some ways the new machines feel like starting over, but I prefer to think of is as getting re-aquainted with an old friend, albeit one who wants you to step up your game. As Benjamin said recently, quoting Samuel Beckett. âTry again. Fail again. Fail better.â
 Where else could failing be so much fun?
 -Chris Niles, BodyTonic Apprentice