Suddenly the only light in my apartment was the glow of my widescreen monitor and a beeping started counting down the minutes until the battery in my power supply would die out. It was only 10:00pm on a Saturday and I wasn’t ready to go to bed.
“Well then, I guess I have absolutely no reason to do Pilates!” So I did, in the dark, by the light of my Dynamo Radio/flashlight. It was the free gift I got for renewing a credit card membership, which is way cooler than the pedometer I got last year. If the apocalypse ever comes, I won’t have to raid convenience stores for AA batteries to see the demon spawn of hell attacking. I can just hand crank the battery charger myself!
I’d been avoiding working my core that day because my core was sore. I let my exercise routine slip during my book promotions and when I started doing Pilates again last week it hurt to laugh the next day. But I didn’t want to try reading by flashlight, and I couldn’t watch TV or work on the computer, so Pilates it was. Power outages = good for my health.
I rolled out my mat and went through my routine by the dim glow of flashlight. I tuned the radio to a station playing U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” It was all very serene and meditative – until the DJ’s started talking about fake eyelashes. For over five minutes. I didn’t know you could talk about fake eyelashes for that long, so I assumed they would get back to the music. But they didn’t. After hearing brand comparisons and learning that you should trim the edges of the cheaper brands because they weigh the eye down, I decided I’d had enough of this personal hell and turned the radio off. I finished my Pilates in silence and then went to bed.
I later learned a tornado touched down on the east side of town, so I was pretty lucky my roof didn’t get torn off while I was doing The Plank. Which you think my radio would tell me about, but tornado warnings evidently aren’t as important as the length of my lashes.