Two sessions a week with Carly are kicking my butt!
Three fifteen step staircases to the loft studio, five minutes on the treadmill and then she puts me through the paces. Tuesdays and Thursdays I come home so tired I almost forget to go back out for Hamilton after school.
We’re proud of me; her hard work is paying off. She’s quietly removed everything I could touch for balance these last couple of months; all I have now is a stupid wooden dowel to hold with both hands. Like Fred Astaire, sans foot work. I’m thinking how to take a picture of the studio.
Yesterday was another day of snow and wind, today was cold with blazing sunshine. Today was so lovely I took my camera to the studio, intending to take some pictures on the way home. As usual, my arms had no intention of raising my camera to eye level.
Somewhere between crunches and presses an icicle crashed from the roof to I don’t know where. I stopped for a picture with my phone.