On Wednesday my tennis game was cancelled, so I got my schedule from the gym to see what I could do instead. One of the classes offered was pilates. I really didn't know what pilates was, but I had hurt my knee and thought it was a safe compromise, so I went to the class. I was surprised how difficult I found the seemingly easy moves. I was surprised at the little muscles that hurt, that I didn't know I had. So today I decided to take another class this morning, but this one was even more difficult, and one of the moves required proping up the entire body on the right arm, and of course my right shoulder is in terrible shape and very painful, so I had to leave the class, and decided to just walk the track instead. After walking a few laps, I decided to get on the exercise bike. I set it for 30 minutes. I was so bored, my little inner child started to complain, I don't want to do this for 30 minutes, so my inner adult said, just do it for a while, you don't have to do the entire 30 minutes. my inner child kept complaining, but my inner adult kept going, till my inner child had a stroke of genius and reminded me of the day in Italy, when I bought my new bike, and I hopped on, and rode it to the other side of town to show it to Norma. When I got to Norma's house I tried to get off to show her the bike, but found out that my legs didn't work, I had to ring the bell and wait for her to come to me. Then I rode back home, and had to climb the steps up to the door on my butt, and wait hours for my legs to come back. Then I thought, I havn't been on a bike in years, just like that time in Italy, and so I got off, and went back to walking the track. I didn't want to have to crawl out of the gym.