Picture this: mum and daughter, side by side, wobbling through our first ever reformer pilates class, trying not to laugh every time we fell out of a move. That's how it started for us. Two beginners, cheering each other on and hooked from day one.

What we didn't expect was how much our wrists would end up carrying. Every plank, every press, every slow controlled hold, it all runs straight through that one small joint. A few weeks in, we were both shaking it out between exercises, quietly wishing we could push through a full class without thinking about our wrists.

So I went looking for something to help and found nothing that felt right. Only straps that felt stiff and bulky, built to lock the wrist still rather than let it move. Nothing that was made for pilates, and nothing allowed us to keep going the way we wanted to.