Roxy’s talked me into Pilates with her and the kid once a week before we all end up with shrimp posture and bad backs. It’s making me miss the hand-to-hand classes I used to attend. Ugh.
I used to know a pretty fiery gal into those kinds of things and dragged me to them here and there. She'd walk on my back and it'd work wonders for me, personally.
Fuck. I’d kill to have my back walked on. That sounds great. You not in contact with her anymore?
Ehhhh well. I was a bit younger back then. A bit more unwillin' to be tied down. She wasn't a real big fan of that so...y'know, I'm sure you know how this story ends, and thus what the answer is.
Ah. Shit. Yeah, I’ve been in a similar-ish situation. Sucks all around.
True what they say. You don't really know what ya got until it's gone. In any case, best of luck with the back pains, pal.
