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My subconscious mind is so cute. Twice last night I had dreams whose purpose was so transparent that all I could do was laugh at myself. In the first one, my 6:15am Pilates class had been cancelled. I luxuriated in the knowledge that I could sleep an extra hour and a half, until, in my dream, Michael asked how I'd managed to find out that class was cancelled after I had gone to bed. Oh. In the second dream, I arrived at class to discover that everyone else was leaving. I looked at my watch and realized I had misread the time, and it was already 7:40. "There wasn't even any point in trying to make it to class," I said to myself. Heh. Subtle message, there, subconscious mind.

I got up at 5:45 and went to Pilates anyway. Today's class was harder than last week's, or at least involved more things that I had to modify. I was hampered in several of the exercises by my uneven arm lengths and unbendable right elbow. I was able to use yoga blocks to compensate somewhat for the arm length discrepancy, but several things continued to be difficult. It was hard to find the balance of what I could and couldn't - or should and shouldn't - do with my right arm.
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