I came back to San Francisco and, in a last-ditch attempt to train myself for steady employment that I could actually do, threw seven thousand dollars I didn’t have into becoming a Gyrotonic instructor.

Except life got in the way.

The program was run by ex-ballerinas, and had a Black Swan mentality. Eight hours a day of gruelling exercise. Interminable sequences told once, that we were expected to instantly memorize…and the 20-year-old ballet dancers around me did instantly memorize them. Somehow the middle-aged soccer moms also instantly memorized them. I remembered…