On Friday, I went to my second Pilates class. A reader (turned friend!) invited me to try Pilates with her at Sweat Pilates in Culver City a few weeks ago. It was great! It worked my core, my back, and my inner thighs. We had a great time. I realized it was the perfect addition to my cardio I do on my own. So when I wanted to sign up for another class, Ryan and I did some research and another studio, Pilates Platinum, had more classes at a better bulk rate, so I checked it out.
I actually ended up buying a 10-class package because I knew I'd want to stick with it. It was my first time at that studio...and it kicked my sorry ass from here to China. Not only was the class 10x faster than my original class in pace and in expertise (did I accidentally sign up for the expert series?!), but every person there knew what she was doing...except me. Luckily the instructor was nice enough to turn off her mic when she
I left the class and could barely walk to my car.
Saturday morning it felt as if I got hit by a semi truck. I could not move. Couldn't get my legs over the edge of the bed. Couldn't raise my arms to put my bathrobe on. I was a mess. But a good mess. I haven't felt that sore in years! I was so sore, I couldn't get out of bed until 2pm! But eventually I did get up, went to Easter Vigil with Ryan and my sponsor, Rhona, and afterwards went to Sunny Spot in Venice for a late dinner.
Easter is one of those holidays I kind of wish I had babies or more friends with babies where we could do cute things like Easter egg hunts and egg decorations. But it was just me and Ryan. So we went to Old Town Pasadena. Not very Easter-like at all.
But first! I was so proud of my fancy morning breakfast that I enjoyed outside in my backyard: pate and a caprese salad and my favorite mug I bought from Austin, Tx:
And Dallas, who kept trying to smell the air around the pate.
How were your weekends? I would love to hear cute Easter stories! Hop hop hop!