Lucky to be alive

It was freezing in the night, so cold that you didn’t dare move, so cold that even thinking about getting up made you somehow colder.

But I had to get up, I had booked my first pilates session of the year. The easy class. Years of lifting Iona have caused my back to buckle, and like last year, I have resolved to do something about it. Pilates with Rachel was just what I needed, no shouting, not too much correction and lots of stretching on a nice roller with the accompanying laughter of a trio of Frenchwomen catching up on domestic woes. Last year I made it to 6 sessions till my resolve failed, this year I intend to go so much further.

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