Pilates Session

Vic and I went for our reformer semi-private lesson yesterday. When I first walked in I thought immediately that someone had revived the Inquisition and tried to disguise it with oriental rugs,a fountain, and the Sounds of Nature CD. Before I could turn and run, I was greeted by the dominatrix trainer, who looks like a poster girl for sculptured muscle and teeth whitening. Cute, personable, low-key, Trainer Girl wouldn't hurt grandmothers in lycra. She began the session with an introduction to the reformer, so called I assume, because it's use will reform your figure. This thing has all the bells and whistles and moving parts to work out your core, elongate your muscles, improve your flexibility and posture. Swimsuits get ready, belly fat farewell. We did this bar and that stretch and kept our spinal alignment and above all breathed.The hour flew by. I felt the burn, worked up a sweat and even managed to do the part of the workout where you stand on the reformer and work thigh muscle. I'm sure T.G. makes everyone feel this way, but I came away thinking I was in pretty great shape for a 61 year-old public school teacher with a child nearing 40. This is the reason why people are willing to drop $35 for an hour with T.G. After a run through the Kroger to pick up some fruit and protein to support my healthy new lifestyle, I had to go home and take a nap. No, not because I was exhausted or close to heat stroke. I had to be able to stay awake until 11:00 p.m. to babysit. I don't ordinarily manage to stay awake much past 9:30, so I figured I'd better prep. Tyce and I had a fine time. He was one on Saturday and knows how to walk and hide and say "what." He is the child of a young woman who teaches in my department and her husband who is also a teacher and coach. I figure on their budget a free babysitter is probably a treat; I consider it community service. Good deeds are their own reward. This one came with smiles and cuddles and little chubby feet. What a good, smart boy he is.