There's a kind of hush

I consider myself pretty lucky in that my employer offers fitness classes to its employees twice weekly during the day. Monday yoga class is something I really look forward to, but I confess I've got to dig deep in my bag o' motivation to go to Pilates on Wednesdays. While Yoga is demanding physically, it's also quite relaxing and restorative. Pilates, on the other hand, is just plain demanding (I don't know about you, but squatting and/or lunging for 50 minutes straight isn't my idea of a good time). I try to keep myself motivated, but more often than not the class makes me feel like a pathetic weakling. Which is sort of the point, I guess. I keep reminding myself that if I just keep at it, someday I won't feel like a weakling anymore...

Tomorrow I'll be sore all over, and I'll have to kick myself in the arse to get on the treadmill (which, in case you were wondering, I've managed to fall off of again). But right now the house is quiet, and I'm content. Phil's out with a friend for dinner in the city (hey, it can't always be me, right?), the kids are tucked away in their beds, and I've got an evening of uninterrupted knitting (and unchallenged control over the remote!) ahead of me.

Happy Knitting, Everyone.