The Treadmill of Inspiration
I’m over on the Escapades blog having a mag about treadmills, uncooperative body parts and inspiration, which is fitting because last night the reformer totally nailed me, by which I mean I had a tough Pilates class – get your mind out of the gutter.
This is a reformer. Sounds so much dirtier than it looks right. And this was the exercise that turned me into a puddle of wet.
Um – quitting now before I get myself into worse trouble than than elevated splits, which is innocuously called a thigh stretch.