Pain... therefore gain, right?

There was pilates on Monday. For no apparent reason, the mat class turned itself into a reformer class. For those of you who don't know about reformer, it can be summed up by saying that there's a complicated piece of metal and wood and leather that tortures you. It felt much like going to the gym, with the added possibility of falling off the sliding platform. We hurt yesterday. And today.

We went swimming last night anyway, in an effort to loosen up some of the stiff muscles. It seemed to work (the usual* 10 breaststroke/ 10 backstroke), but the effect wore off by morning. Pity.

Fresh from the Dalemark quartet, I have fallen into the deep pillowy goodness of the Chrestomanci chronicles. Life is good.



* Usual?!?! Three months ago I was sure I was going to drown and now swimming half a km seems normal...