PickledCherub

I spent most of this afternoon, after everyone left, reading "Anatomy of Movement" by Blandine Calais-Germain. (You can get it on the internet.) Then I went to a Pilates class. It was really hot, and I rode my bike, so I was pretty sweaty and stinky when I got there. I had a great class today: something clicked and I kind of understood what I was doing which made everything more strenuous. That's basically my motto in a Pilates class: if it isn't kicking your ass you're not doing it right.

I got my confirmations about the training course in Philadelphia. Mom is excited ("This is great news") and sister is not quite ("I might have some reviews etc etc"). Since I'm not in class for most of September I am thinking about making the whole Lindsay's Wedding/Pilates Training into a big East Coast Extravaganza. See who I can see. Marian will be out there by then, and Constance is in New Haven/Brooklyn, and I could visit Lindsay in DC.

Of course when I get back I'm going to find a job (!) somewhere teaching. I'm also considering the field of Public Health.

Now I'm going to eat strawberries and whipped cream. Snap.