pixhellated

It occured to me last week as I walked past the local Pilates studio that I'm over half a century old and I don't really know what Pilates is. Well, okay, I know it has something to do with exercise. You know how I know? I watch a lot of horror movies. Whenever it turns out that the serial killer is freaky strong and he can carry the bodies of three expired cheerleaders uphill, backwards, through the mud, in the rain, after dark, it's always because he does Pilates.

So, really, what I should have known was to cross the street and put some distance between myself and the Pilates studio.