It’s 40C, I have to do pilates and my wife wants me to take her shopping. Isn’t this meant to be a holiday?
I am lying on a mat in a triangle of shade, in Spain, pressing the small of my back earthward as commanded by a pilates instructor named Nicole. She is on her own mat, in front of a beach at sunset, in California or possibly Australia, on an iPad propped up against a shoe.
“So now we’re really just pumping with our arms, nine, eight, seven, six,” says Nicole.
Continue reading… It’s 40C, I have to do pilates and my wife wants me to take her shopping. Isn’t this meant to be a holiday?I am lying on a mat in a triangle of shade, in Spain, pressing the small of my back earthward as commanded by a pilates instructor named Nicole. She is on her own mat, in front of a beach at sunset, in California or possibly Australia, on an iPad propped up against a shoe.“So now we’re really just pumping with our arms, nine, eight, seven, six,” says Nicole. Continue reading… Life and style
