Getting by with a little help from my friends



This is my end-of-Missoula-winter look.
 I'd better shed a few pounds and get my legs waxed.

This week my body said "Enough moping."

I started Pilates again with Missoula's best instructor, Avril Stevenson at Studio D. 

I cried throughout the entire first session. All I could think of was the last time I'd been  there, with Roger. (It was October -- seems like moments ago...)We were happy and hopeful then, brimming with energy and good health -- until he got sick again.  I kept imagining I could look over and see him on the mat next to me and we'd share a laugh at our complete absence of gracefulness.

Thank goodness Avril is empathetic.  If she had gotten flustered at my emotional squalls, I would have had to quit.  But she stuck it out with me, kept reassuring me, and didn't let me stop until the session was finished.  Avril says that we hold emotions in our muscles. That certainly felt true.

I have been walking with my head down and my shoulders slumped for so many months now that my neck, shoulders and back ache from the weight of it. It's time for me to stand up straight again.

Thanks to my body for telling me it's time to get moving.  Thanks, Roger, for inspiring me.  And Thanks Avril, for sticking with me.