I officially have all of my belongings out of College Station, whoop! Its been a long day of driving. Seriously. I'm exhausted but I'm glad I have it done so I don't have to worry about it anymore. Now I just have to worry about packing for camp! Just five more days until training!!! So excited and nervous all at the same time!
Memory #111
When I was a senior in high school my mom decided to try and get more active, especially since she had been re-diagnosed with breast cancer. So after careful research and other failed endeavors in actives like step aerobics and yoga, my mother came to discover Pilates. The next step was to find a Pilates studio in Cedar Park which was a fairly easy task since there was one literally down the street from our church. Then my mom decided that she didn't want to exercise alone, so who did she ask to be her Pilates partner in crime? Me. Duh. I wasn't all that thrilled to participate, I will admit, because I have rather long and awkward limbs and I don't like dealing with them. For my mom I agreed to do it. So I think it was like twice a week where I would have to drive to the Pilates studio straight after school to make our appointment at the studio. Did I also mention that we had a private mother daughter lesson? Cause we did. I can't decide if that made it better or worse. On the one hand I didn't have to endure embarrassment from being awkward but on the other since my mom was doing chemo and had to take it easy I got the blunt of the strictness from the instructor. Lawd. Pilates is real intense and has a whole heck of a bunch of strange machines to use.
There were a lot of moments where during this intenseness of Pilates where my mom and I would share a "What the heck did we get ourselves into" look and giggle...uncomfortably. I'm pretty sure we only attempted Pilates under ten times but I remember that every time we finished a session my mom would have this triumphant look about her. There were only a few events that triggered that look during times of having cancer but those were the moments that made me think everything was going to be ok. Weird as it might sound, I kind of miss doing Pilates.
Love always,
Erin
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