My pilates instructor is trying to kill me.

If it weren't for the endorphins, I would continue to wallow around in my self loathing of a Monday night instead because it's really brutal. I'm scandalized by the ladies 10-15 years my senior who are throwing down!

I've made up my mind to embrace the pay off. I just feel better. My mind can abandon it's trickery when my body is demanding it's attention.

And I'll have my Extreme Moose Tracks in peace, thank you.


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