Pilates is for the fashion-forward, biatch

I have been getting up at 5 a.m. Tuesdays and Thursdays to go to Pilates. I know, I know, hold your applause. (I tried really hard to make that into a pun on "Pilates." Fail.)

A long story short - because I am very tired from getting up at 5 a.m. - today a woman and her apparent husband came into class late. Fail number one. They were obvs new at Pilates and struggled through the whole thing. Fail number two. If you come in 20 minutes late, you better blow the teacher away with your level of Pilates-amazingness.

And she was wearing crocs. She didn't just wear them into the studio and take them off when she commenced her attempts at Pilates. Nope, she wore them for the duration of the class. I was beside myself with disgust.

It's Pilates! It's my happy place before werk! I want to work on my abs by doing The Hundred, not by vom vom vomiting all over myself because of your offensive and rude choices for workout attire.

Fin. Until next time, you know the rest.