So I made it to the gym today and worked out with the instrument of torture shown at the left, the Pilates ring. All I can say is ouch. I have been away from the class for a few weeks, and it is amazing and discouraging how quickly muscles can go to pot, literally.
Feeling like the class dunce, I struggled through the exercises while at the same time vowing to practice at home and not let my attendance slip again. Really, I felt like I was starting from scratch today, like I'd never taken a Pilates class before in my life. Oh, well. One day at a time. But sometimes I wonder if it's worth it.