
I started running again last week. Because everything hurts when I don’t and because it’s preferable to yoga. Because even though I’m a bit of a sloth, when it comes to exercise, I’d rather move than not. Also, you can’t eagle pose to Eye of the Tiger. That’s just a fact.
Steph drove over this morning and we cranked out three miles before getting distracted by macchiatos and cold black coffee at the farmer’s market. On our way back she did the limbo beneath a lavender tree. I thought about joining her, but didn’t. I’m about as bendy as a brittle old stick at the moment. That’s a sorry excuse for an excuse, I know. Made all the worse, considering Steph.
Steph had major surgery two months ago. Surgery that involved a thirty inch incision. To put it into perspective, she’s only sixty inches tall. She’s the zeal I wish I had. I’m thinking about kidnapping her and forcing her to be my personal trainer and all around cheerleader. That would be ace.
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She is one of those rare people who actually is as lovely on the inside as she is on the outside. (And vice versa.)
now aren’t you two just dolls…