Dispatches from the City of Angels
I'm a writer and humorist living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my novel LOSING CLEMENTINE out March 6 from William Morrow. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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I am yogi, hear me whimper
I have printed out the coupon. I am looking at it. I am preparing myself.
Yoga.
Well, sort of. Yoga for Athletes.
It's my compromise. I have a coupon for a free class. "No granola," it promises. Carbs aren't what worry me. I'm just not a downward-dog sort of gal. I like sporting activities where someone could potentially be screaming at me. "Faster, Ream! Move it!" Not that anyone ever has, but the possibility still exists. And that's comforting.
(You find your comfort your way, I'll find my comfort my way.)
But the one true fact of serious running is this: At some point, you won't be able to tie your own shoes.
Muscles tighten, get specialized, flexibility is non-existent. Next thing you know, a dropped pencil will stay on the floor until its molecular structure starts to breakdown and it again becomes one with the particles of the universe. Or until your husband comes home and picks it up for you, whichever comes first.
And it's a shame for a writer to loose so many pencils that way.
So here I go. Yoga for Athletes reservations. Sometime next week. Wish me luck.
Yoga.
Well, sort of. Yoga for Athletes.
It's my compromise. I have a coupon for a free class. "No granola," it promises. Carbs aren't what worry me. I'm just not a downward-dog sort of gal. I like sporting activities where someone could potentially be screaming at me. "Faster, Ream! Move it!" Not that anyone ever has, but the possibility still exists. And that's comforting.
(You find your comfort your way, I'll find my comfort my way.)
But the one true fact of serious running is this: At some point, you won't be able to tie your own shoes.
Muscles tighten, get specialized, flexibility is non-existent. Next thing you know, a dropped pencil will stay on the floor until its molecular structure starts to breakdown and it again becomes one with the particles of the universe. Or until your husband comes home and picks it up for you, whichever comes first.
And it's a shame for a writer to loose so many pencils that way.
So here I go. Yoga for Athletes reservations. Sometime next week. Wish me luck.
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