...to take me to my happy place, or at least to a happier place than I was before. Even the Mayo Clinic agrees that exercise is a definite mood-booster.
Today just didn't go well. I wasn't very productive and couldn't seem to make any headway on several items on my to-do list.
But, thankfully, I have Pilates class Wednesday nights. Things started looking up when I saw the first daffodils blooming outside the building and just got better from there.
We did a new move today called the banana split. You lie on your side with your shoulders, hips, and knees stacked on top of each other, and you put your arms above your head like you're a ballerina and lift both feet off the ground so you take on a vaguely curled-up shape, like a banana. The split part is this: maintaining your arms and legs in position, you roll so you're on your back, and then roll onto your other side. Then you go back. All the while you're trying to maintain the banana shape. It is HARD.
I still felt great when I left class, like someone had pushed a big reset button and I could just start the day over again. Unfortunately, I spent the entire bleepin' evening in the kitchen, but at least I will have a nice fresh batch of steel cut oats to enjoy for breakfast and a delicious roast for dinner tomorrow.
The weather forecast looks lousy, so I will have to do my 6 miles at the gym tomorrow. Hello, indoor track!
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