Yoga for the hard core.
Thus I nodded, smiled and pretended I knew all about Pilates, blindly linking them in my thoughts to a particular fragrance sifting away from a Polish friend’s pantry on a dinner best described as Hippie Goes Home for Family holidays.
we practiced a number of beginner moves, including the ‘double bounce, (jumping twice while the rope circles you.) While I grew frustrated by my lack of coordination and heavy breathing, I realized how little Ms. Waldrop seemed to have to strain. I was ready for an orthopedic bed and some Gatorade at this point, but we weren’t done yet.