A GYROTONIC® BLOGPOST

Written by - Ted Chapin

I come from one of the least athletic families ever.  We’re New Yorkers, so we are relatively fit – I believe you can’t scurry around New York without maintaining a reasonable abilty to move, and fast!  But to look at me, my three brothers, my wife and my two daughters, you would be hard pressed to find an athletic team on which anyone sat.  Sure my summers were filled with swimming, sailing, and an occasional tennis match, (I am old enough, and lucky enough, to have spent them in what used to be called “a summer place”) but going to the gym? Never.

So the fact that I find myself a devoted disciple of Maria and the GYROTONIC® method is a source of much amusement.  When I explain why I have gone for many years, and why I will continue to go whenever I can, has gained everyone’s respect.  “What is it you do down there?” is what I am often asked.  I only wish I had a smart and thorough answer. “Come on down and see for yourself” is about the best I can do!   I just know I love it, my body feels so much better when I am done, and I feel much more clear-headed when I leave.  Of course I won’t leave without making certain the next time is scheduled.

If there is one thing I have learned in life, it is that I know what I know, and do not pretend to know what I don’t know.  I don’t really know what the science of the GYROTONIC® method is, but I yield to Maria – whatever she tells me to do, I do.  Even if it is difficult and I feel I may well fall over.  She’s always cheerful, patient, and remarkably enthusiastic at whatever progress she senses – like a good coach.

It was my Alexander Technique teacher who said one day, “You need to visit my friend Maria.”  OK, I thought, as I happily called the number on the card and made an appointment.  I don’t even remember how many years ago that was, but I guess the rest is history.  I will certainly say that I am devoted to the process, I always look forward to going down to lower Broadway, and I always leave feeling a lot better than I did when I arrived.

Ted Chapin

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