Where's the power?

I was hoping the lesson was over when I sneaked a glance at the clock, only to find there were 25 minutes of weights being strapped to my ankles still to go. 

Power Pilates wasn't the best decision I've ever made.  And I won't be making it again!  Pilates for Men was the one I really wanted to select but I daren't ask if I could hide at the back.  They were the only two lessons of the week left to choose from.  And do you know, a woman walked out of the fella's class as I wobbled out of the building on jelly legs.  I reckon she'd made my mistake too!

I made up for the pain at Salami with Liz and then had a gentle walk to Ilkley with Little Dog.  

Gentle.  My kind of exercise.