Fitness Face-Off: Splits (sessions 15 and 16)  So I
unintentionally took a brief, five-day hiatus from Pilates—not
because of Brian's implication that I'm not spending enough time
chained to my desk (because I am), but because schedules, like
stars, just sometimes don't align.  RECOMMENDED: Fitness guide
to NYC  Yesterday I reacquainted myself with the reformer care
of Kate, a Hungarian-born former dancer who is yet another Re:AB
apprentice. We've worked together before—back in the beginning
of this epic journey—at which point we did our stretches while
giggling. (I don't know why, but we spend most of our time
looking at each other and laughing. I think she's laughing at
me. I'm laughing because she's laughing. Oh, the joy of
Pilates.) Yesterday, though, wasn't so hilarious. It was hot so
the Pilates was Bikram-like: excellent for loosening muscles but
scary when your feet start to slip. Poor Kate had to anchor my
feet down to keep them on the machines with one hand while
holding my hips square with the othe