Lazy Legs

Deer Dear,

So my calves (calfs?) have been killing me this week,

like, I can barely walk flatfooted,

because I actually tried at the gym...

instead of just going there with the primary directive of watching the Barefoot Countessa.

Anyway, I have been refusing to stretch because I think Kristoph massaging my legs sounds whhhhaaaaayyy better. 

Yesterday I reaped the reward of my laziness.

I was walking in a pair of my incredible splurge shoes that I got when I last saw Hansie and

I was carrying a watermelon and a bag of groceries.

So my legs decided to just freak out on me and I fell flat on my face on the sidewalk. 

It was ridiculous. I did nothing to try and protect myself in the fall.

Just accepted it.

After I gathered the remaining shards of my dignity:

I took my shoes off

Picked up my things

Then went inside and did some downward dog.

Humbly Yours-

Ray-ray

P.S. Totally just watched Rachel Zoe...her assistant is one strict sally. 

Geriatric Yoga

Last semester, I taught geriatric yoga.

I loved it. Unfortunately, my students didn't. The class size slowly decreased until the residents didn't even hang around in the living room of the assisted living facility for fear of being roped into another yoga session.

So I'm trying a new tactic:

Instead of doing yoga, we are going to play cards and eat junk food!

This week I'm bringing mini glazed lemon loafs.

The catch?

whoops! In goes an eggshell! 

They have to downward dog to get one.