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Believe it or not, I took a Pilates class Tuesday night.  On the Reformer machine.

This was epic because (a) I am afraid of exercise machines, (b) I hate to drive in the dark, and (c) at that time of night I am always on the couch with Banjo Man watching reality tv or British crime dramas.

I wore black leggings, of which I own many, and a Walsh Jr. High t-shirt given to me by the Funny Grandson.  I do not own Pilates socks (who knew there was such a thing?), so I was barefoot.

Barefoot, overweight and old.  What a combination.

Oh, yes, and uncoordinated, too.

Fortunately the very sweet and very young instructor took pity on me and helped me change the springs according to the exercise and reach the handles behind me when necessary.  There was one other newbie in the class, so we groaned and laughed at the same times.  That was reassuring, as she was thirty years younger.

Am I going back next week?  You bet I am!  I will conquer this machine and I have all winter to do it!

Meanwhile, back at home, I use a Yoga Go exercise app daily.  Chair yoga, thank you, in my office.

A bit less complicated than the Reformer.

Not this one.