I like that my route takes me to a new part of the city and I see unfamiliar buildings; and when I get there I like the car park in front of the church. It's calming, the most peaceful car park in town.
I like the look of surprise on everyone's face when they see me in my exercise kit. because every week they expect me to say I'm too tired and I'm not going.
I like getting to know the girl who told me about the class in the first place and waited for me in her car, up the road, to show me where to go on the first night. She's from my end of the country and sometimes we swap stories about growing up far away from the bright city lights.
I like the Pilates room: not a big gym hall in a Leaisure Centre like the last time I tried, but a cosy little space in a well used church hall, with bowling and painting classes on at the same time.
And I like driving home quietly on my own in the dark. Just me, all exercised out. I'm kind of sorry that Spring has come and it's light on my way back...
...but I'll keep on going.
Did I think I was going to make a layout about Pilates when I started my pondering on the way home the other night? No. But I was suddenly struck by the thought that maybe sometime in the future I'll be paging through an album and I'll have fallen off the Pilates wagon - again - and I'll find it and I'll be inspired to go back. You never know. What about you? Exercise? No exercise? Nothing you want to admit to?
Smaller scrapbooking? Today I took my typed out journaling on my 8.5x11 page and added it to a 12x12