When I first came to Paris, I imagined myself dining out in bistros and cafes, eating classic French dishes like beef bourguignon, or ratatouille or creme brulee, all while wearing a black béret, striped shirt, and a gorgeous French man on my arm.
Okay, a girl can dream.
What I didn’t imagine, is how madly in love I’d fall with the variety of ethnic foods there are in Paris. Ethiopian, Lebanese, Asian…you name it. You can taste all the flavors of the world without ever leaving the city.
Like today, for example. After a meeting at another PR firm in Paris, my friend Jane and I went to Passage Brady in the Indian quartier. It’s a tiny little street with several Indian restaurants, all of which are delicious and very inexpensive.
We walked down the street, browsing the offerings while being solicited to dine in several of the restaurants by the very eager hosts, and eventually chose Pooja.
The decor was dramatic, and lavish and I, of course, loved every detail. It was like we had traveled out of Paris for a little while -
In true French fashion, however, meal’s were offered in menus or formule with several courses. For a set price you pick an entree and a plat, or sometimes an appetizer, main dish and dessert. Or sometimes just a main dish and a dessert. You get the picture.
I went with the 12 euro formule – an appetizer and a main dish that comes with cheese naan and saffron rice. Jane went with the palak paneer, a spinach dish with fresh cheese. Mmmm.
But first, we shared a mango lassi,
and played around with the water glasses like the mature adults we are.
Tee hee.
First up, raiti, a yogurt dish with cucumber and spices that is usually eaten with spicy foods to cool the palette and balance out the burn.
They brought out three spices before the meal came – two of which were very spicy, and the third which was sweet. My favorite was the green one – and yes, these are the technical terms 
I wish I knew what they were all called, but alas, I do not.
Anyway. Along with the raita, they brought out the basmati rice with saffron,
and cheese naan which words can’t describe.
Although not authentically Indian, cheese naan is one adaptation to French culture I appreciate 100%. I promise you, it’s worth the trip to Paris for this alone 
And well worth the gluten coma I’m currently experiencing.
Our main dishes were palak paneer,
and a chicken curry dish that was so tender and flavorful.
We shared everything on the table family style, and sat at the table for over an hour – another aspect of French life I’m really appreciative of.
We left Pooja with very full bellies,
and lingered through the area for a bit stopping in the specialty store,
and got beautified with a little eyebrow threading before heading back to our side of town.
It’s amazing how quickly neighborhoods change in Paris. One minute it looks like this –
and the next it’s that stereotypical Paris street scene…
I made my way back home, taking pictures as I walked through the quartier latin. I have a strange love for the doors here. I have tons and tons of pictures of doors. Just doors. Blue ones, black ones, red ones, strange ones, open ones, closed ones, broken ones. You get the idea.
Strange, I know. But there is just something about them that catches my eye.
I’m currently home, sweet, home, snuggled in some comfy clothes and catching up on a bit of school work. All in a day’s work.
What’s your favorite kind of food? Asian, Indian, American? What is some of the strangest ethnic food you have tried?
I loved today’s Indian food experience, but Ethiopian food is climbing the charts for me too. I also love all the flavors in Mediterranean food. Next up on the list – an African restaurant. It’s amazing how much you can learn about other cultures from food. Yes, some of the decorations in these restaurants are exaggerated to create an experience or feeling, and often times the food is adapted to the local culture (Life, for instance, food is usually less spicy in France than it would typically be in original recipes because that’s what the local culture prefers), but I still think you can really get a taste of certain parts of the world by trying different flavors – and I’m not just talking about the food!
Until next time!
The alternate, serious title might be self-myofascial release, self-massage, self-trigger point therapy etc etc.
I’ve been loving my Yamuna ball for the past few months as a tool to help with my back as well as general soreness & stuckness. It’s hugely useful. Back about a year ago, I did take a workshop on the technique, and I’ve also studied how to use foam rollers for self-…. well, all the stuff above.
But here’s what I say when asked about it: Don’t worry too much about specific technique. (This is one of the few times I say those words.) Get in there, find a knot, or a hot spot, or a line of tension and then, this is key, STAY ON IT FOR A WHILE. Like, two to seven or ten minutes or however long it takes for the knot to unwind a little, or the sensation of tension or heat or prickly to diminish.
Biggest problem I see with folks on foam rollers or balls or other tools is that they roll really fast over everything, quick like bunnies, and never take the time to get in there & wait for release/change.
It take patience but does make this work PERFECT for doing while watching TV, talking on speakerphone, or even surfing the web if you are very coordinated. 
Had a fab sweaty practice this morning & am running around the rest of the day. Going to Pensacola, FL tomorrow until next Tuesday. I am, in keeping with recent tradition, not bringing the computer. (YAY!) I may have access to one down there, or just have to catch up upon my return.
Hope you are enjoying amazing spring weather today & the rest of the week!!
I woke up this morning with the urge to get in the kitchen. The sun had just come up – my shining hours. I love the mornings and always feel the most creative and alive when the day is young. I knew I wanted to spend this morning making something yummy before time slipped away and I got all caught up in my day.
Cooking is like therapy – I always get lost in stirring and mixing, feeling soothed by the smells and sounds of a tasty work in progress. I like to think of recipes more like methods, kind of like a math problem or a series of steps or ideas. This + that = delicious.
My roommate and I were just talking yesterday about this, actually. She loves to bake, and quite frankly… I can’t stand it. Perhaps it’s the mental scars of a day spent baking banana bread, only to spill the entire pan of batter on the floor and run fleeing to my room, sobbing uncontrollably. Perhaps this sob session wasn’t about the banana bread…
Anyway, I digress. She likes it because it’s so exact – there’s measurements and rules to follow that create a final product. But that’s exactly why I can’t stand it. I actually don’t have any measuring cups in my apartment here – and I’m finding it quite liberating. No measuring oats, or quinoa, or this or that.
I just like to throw stuff in and see what happens. It’s much more fun like that, yes?
So this morning, I donned my apron (okay, really I donned my polka dot pajamas, but apron sounded much more 1950’s-housewife-home-made-granola-esque), grabbed my red pan and wooden spoon and made another batch of stove top granola, only this time….better.
This time I toasted the almonds and walnuts with the oats making them nice and crunchy, used a little bit more butter (because, well, why not?), agave as a sweetener, and the magic ingredient – grey salt.
I picked up this very large bag of Gros sel Guérande at the agricultural fair this past weekend (look for a post soon!) for 2 euro and have been using it in everything since. It’s an all natural and unrefined salt from Guérande, France and is quite famous in the culinary world…or so I hear. I do know for certain that it tastes delicious and that it made all the difference in my stove-top granola this morning.
After getting lost in the scents of cinnamon and melting butter, I made some breakfast with my fresh batch of granola.
I mixed some plain yogurt with about 1 tablespoon of chia seeds, and topped it with the crispy granola that was sweet and salty to perfection, as well as a little dollop of somethin’ special…
Vanilla Chestnut Cream. So delicious. So dangerous, but so delicious. It’s all about balance…right?
Question: Baking or cooking…which do you prefer and why? Do you use measuring cups when you cook? Do you follow recipes or do you do your own thing?
I used to be clueless in the kitchen – like didn’t know how to put anything together. I started to experiment a bit and gave myself permission to get creative and try things when I cook. After a while of following recipes I had a general idea of what might taste good together and also drew from experiences dining out and trying new combinations in restaurants. Sometimes my creations are are flops, but sometimes, like this morning, it works.
Have a good day, my friends.
This thought started in class this morning. Picked up again after teaching my volunteer class. Culminated during a short second practice this evening.
Things in my life which have changed in the past few years:
my profession
my address
my mood
my marital status
my name
my employer
my favorite books
my favorite websites
my favorite music
my hair
my dress size
my voice
my brain chemistry
But I am still here.
Hmmmm. Those things must not be me, deep down.
Today I decided to keep my camera in my hand for pretty much the whole day to take you along for the day. Well, not so typical. I’ve mentioned before that we are in the midst of a two week intensive module course about global communication and advertising. The days have been long and there is lots of work to be done.
Of course, I’ve still managed to find time to blog. Obviously. Oooh. And eat. Here’s the play-by-play.
6:48am Up and at ‘em.
7:15am Coffee. Must make coffee.
7:16am Oooh. And oatmeal.
7:25am Sippin’ coffee, eatin’ oatmeal. Life is good.
7:50am Time to get ready for a longggggggggg day. Lots of layers. Fahreeezing out.
8:30am Off to Ketchum, a PR company, for a class field trip. Step outside – realize I don’t have enough layers on. Zut.
8:58am Right on time.
9:00am Meeting starts – We talked to one of our professors students who now works at Ketchum, and then the European social media manager. Pretty awesome! We are focusing a lot on cultural differences in advertising in communication between Europe and the US, and also how social media is becoming an important tool for communicating information. Go bloggers!
11:20am Our class leaves Ketchum, and we make our way over to Musée de la Publicité. We learned the hard way that trying to get 12 students in and out of the metro, with no idea of where we are going I might add, is a very difficult task.
11:35am Curse all stairs in Paris. After today’s adventures, I’m fairly certain it’s impossible to leave this city with out a firm hiney and very strong hamstrings. 
11:40am Must. Have. Snack. Running through the metro works up quite the appetite. Café crème and yaourt aux fruits sec from a little corner cafe does the trick.
12:00pm Museum visit. But not without more stairs. Seriously!?
This exhibit featured a bunch of French public service ads. We watched a bunch of commercials and read a bunch of ads about everything from safe sex to domestic abuse to world hunger. It was really neat to compare the cultural differences in advertising…many of the images and ideas used in French advertising would never fly in US culture. Lots of explicit pictures and video – mon dieu!
1:00pm Finally leave museum, famished. My roommate and I race back home which is about 30 minutes away from where we are, and then another 30 minutes away from school, giving us about 15 minutes to devour lunch. First, the metro.
1:30pm Home sweet home. Thank God for leftovers.
Mixed lettuce with a dressing of dijon mustard, balsamic vinegar and olive oil, topped with leftover quinoa and a little bit of stir fried onion and bell pepper, and rotisserie chicken. Devoured in 10 minutes flat. Yumz.
1:50pm Dessert.
2:05pm Back to school we go. Of course it’s gorgeous outside. We soaked in the sunshine while we could on our 25ish minute walk.
2:30pm Class starts. Blah, blah, blah culture. Blah, blah,blah advertising. Must. Pay. Attention. But so darn tired.
2:32pm Distracted. Playing with my planner. Obviously.
2:40pm Must. Focus.
2:45pm What was the name of that song I was listening to earlier? Something with Ane Brun…but wait…hmmm..can’t remember. Ooooh, right. Class. Got it.
2:50pm But really. How do you poach an egg? Earth to Courtney. Did the teacher just ask me a question? Ooops.
3:30pm Break. Yes. Time for chocolate. Obviously. And some walnuts and a love note from my darling Nana. Gotta lover her.
3:45pm Back to class. Must. Concentrate. In the homestretch. Will I make it!? Fingers crossed.
4:45 Another break. Well, we are almost done for the day. But I won’t turn down another break. Time to get crazy and make some bad decisions.
5:30pm Class is over, time for our cheese class. Oooooh, yes. Cheese class. We learned a little bit about the cheeses in France, the regions they come from like Camembert from Normandy, Brie from…well, Brie, and some of the regulations on naming certain cheeses and other foods in France. Along the same lines of champagne can only be called champagne when it is, in fact, from Champagne. France is very proud of it’s regional foods!
I, of course, being the mature adult that I am, laughed hysterically when our teacher exclaimed – “Ok it’s time for a tasting. I’ve cut the cheese.” with the most serious face I’ve ever seen in my life. You know you would have laughed too…
We started with the milder cheeses like the goat milk cheeses, working through the brie and camembert (that had been washed in calvados, an apple brandy also from Normandy. Yum) and ended with the strongest of the cheeses – a Roquefort cheese with walnuts and dried currants. Le sighhhhh.
Mmmm. Stinks so good. I went back for several other taste… you know – for learning purposes. And of course, it wouldn’t be a cheese tasting without a glass of wine. Or two. Et voila! Dinner!
I’m fairly certain my skin and stomach will hate me for eating bread – mais c’est la vie!
6:30pm Cheese class is over. Time for a presentation from our photography teacher – she showed us a bunch of her art projects and is really inspiring me to get the ball rolling on some of my own photography projects – I’m thinking something yoga themed. It would only be appropriate, yes? I’ve already started scoping out volunteers for this Summer when I’m home. Muahahaha.
8:00pm Presentation is over, and I’m pooped. My roommate and I drag ourselves to the metro, and can’t wait to get home.
8:30pm Finally home. Time to shower, put on comfy clothes, plop myself in front of the computer…and eat licorice. Yum.
10:31pm In my mind, this post was going to be a lot more creative. But once home, showered and in my PJ’s, my brain has turned to mush. The days have certainly been long for the last week and a half and I’m counting down the seconds until Spring Break! Only three more days of class. Yesssssssssss.
10:43 pm PUBLISH.
I’m so happy to be starting a new week. A fresh start, a new day. Ahh yes. Monday. It’s a love/hate thing, really. Mostly love. It’s always mostly love.
Monday was on my side today. I woke up bright and early, sipped coffee, ate oatmeal, and read The Book of Salt – a class assignment that I’m really actually enjoying! It’s a great read for all my food/cooking lovin’ peeps out there…
Class started at 10:00am and was supposed to go until 4:00pm today, but we decided to work through our lunch break and end early at 1:30pm. Best. Idea. Ever.
I walked home after class, ate leftover quinoa and bok choy stir fry, putzed around my desk for a bit…which clearly needs to be organized –
and decided that I’d head to yoga tonight. A real live class. At a real live yoga studio. With real live yogis. Ooooh, mon coeur.
After several days of a hiatus (minus a much needed quick roll around on the floor yesterday for my tight hips and hamstrings) I wanted to go. I’ve thought a lot about it over the past week or so and realized that I just need to take a metaphorical chill pill. You’ll see…
I purposely got to the studio early. The lobby is beautiful and tranquil and makes me feel like I’m home. Not like, home in Tampa, home. But like, content and happy, this is where I’m supposed to be, kinda home.
I sat on the floor for a bit, stretching out my very tight hips before the 90 minute Ashtanga class. When class started I set my mat down next to a new found friend, a fellow healthy food lover and avid yogini extraordinaire – the same one I met at the studio last time I went.
I told her how I hadn’t been to a class since the last time and she said she hadn’t been practicing as much as she would like to either. And then she said exactly what I needed to here… “it’s just not our purpose right now.”
Lightbulb.
I know I keep talking about the same thing over and over, but I realized when she said that that I had been getting all caught up in what I had been, and where I was going, that I forgot that right now I’m a student living in Paris on quite the adventure, meant to explore and experience what’s right in front of me. Why have I tried so hard to resist this?
Practice was challenging. 90 minutes of vigorous Ashtanga kicked my assana…a little yoga humor for ya. My physical practice is different, but I felt surprisingly content in the little yoga sanctuary, listening to the teacher tell us to relax our shoulders, heads, etc. and to just breathe (in French, I might add!). I left with a new outlook, feeling refreshed and ready for whatever is to come my way.
Myself and I have had lots of conversations in the past few days. No, not in that creepy “who’s that weirdo over there mumbling to themselves” kinda –way. You know, like the nitty gritty, soul-searching, examine your shadows kinda way. Those are the best.
I’ve decided that I just need to be nice to myself. Abstract concept, yes? (Sarcasm)
All those thoughts I expressed in that post on Friday (What is the ideal shape? And other thoughts on slenderness…) stem from the same thing. I just need to take it (it meaning, well, everything) moment by moment, and not get caught up in what I haven’t done for the day, what task is waiting for me, or what I have to do on my yoga mat. No one is going to love me less if I don’t practice, or if I don’t look a certain way. It doesn’t make me less of a person if I don’t do this or that, or like like that girl over there, or whatever. Duh.
You see, I’m a perfectionist. In a big way. Total Type-A, pain in the butt, stuck in her ways kinda gal. Don’t get me wrong – I’m really delightful But still – I’m attentive and productive to a flaw.
I’m on top of my work, I get things done, I’m efficient and I’m smart. But I’m also stuck in my ways and have a hard time going with the flow and letting go of that perfectionist tendency. Well, no more. I even doodled to remind myself….
Doodling is good. It works. Trust me.
Yep. That’s the resolution to our discussion Friday. Moment by moment. ‘Cuz that’s just all we got.
I came home from yoga feeling healthy and whole. And hungry, of course. I attempted to put my revelations into practice in the kitchen and just wing it. Poached eggs? Sure? Why not? I’ve never made them before and really wanted to try since I had them at a restaurant not too long ago.
30 minutes, a huge mess and one failed attempt later, I was grubbing on scrambled eggs with spinach and bacon. Mmm.
Note to self: Learn how to poach eggs.
I’m fairly certain I’ll sleep like a baby tonight, resting easy in my new resolution. Or perhaps it’s the effects of a very challenging yoga class. The good news is I’ll have sore muscles for days reminding me of all these revelations. No wonder yoga helps you stay present!
Here’s to now, my friends. Good night!
“Yoga has taught me that you are in a conscious body to learn what love is, not romantic love, although that may be part of your learning, but God-love, which is inclusive and infinite. In order to truly understand what this "love" is, part of the challenge of being human is that you will also have to experience and explore its opposite; what love is not…To truly understand the light, you must also understand the power and mystery of the shadow. It has taught me to embrace the shadow parts of myself—the ugly, shameful, scary and often repressed aspects—because without the wisdom the shadow provides, I cannot truly understand the power of your light, the depths of your beauty, nor your capacity for empathy. I cannot know, love or honor all parts of you unless I know, love and honor all parts of me.”
– Seane Corn
Got a little stuck in my head this morning, heading to class. Little up in my own grill, as it were. 
Kept seeing the worst of every situation, unnecessarily.
Created a change in energy, a little pattern break for a new perspective. Disembarked the T a stop early. Took a treat from Starbucks for a walk in Boston Common, along the edge of the swan pond. The pond is drained of water right now, but there are Canada geese roaming the crater & fat fuzzy squirrels squampering around. (That’s a contraction of squirrel & scamper.
It was enough. It shifted my state without doing violence to it or denying how I felt. Just a little nudge in a new direction, a beauty moment or two. The nice things that followed — teaching a good class (if I do say so myself , taking Vanessa’s fun fabulous Hip Hop yoga afterwards — I know I wouldn’t have appreciated as much otherwise.
First off – Thank you for your honest and encouraging comments on my post about the ideal size and slenderness last Friday. It’s quite amazing how many people share some of the same thoughts, and I appreciate everyone opening up. I’m certainly going to read through those comments when I need a lift
I spent the weekend soaking up my free time, practicing a different kind of yoga than the physical stuff I spoke of on Friday. This past week was crazy, so I practiced just relaxing and enjoying ever second of the weekend.
I’m still shocked, however, that it’s Sunday. Yet again. Doesn’t it seem like it’s always Sunday!? I feel like I’m constantly ending one week and starting another. And is it seriously the second week of March already!? Time really does fly when you’re having fun.
There was a cold front in Paris this weekend, but it’s a different kind of cold than the frigid, unbearable weather we had in January. The temps were only in the upper 20’s and low 30’s all weekend, but it was a-okay with me. The sky was a gorgeous shade of blue, and the air was crisp, making hints that Spring is just around the corner.
I went all over Paris on foot yesterday starting early at our market, then heading to see some sites in the afternoon. First stop – Cimetière du Père-Lachaise. I actually ran into one of my classmates when I walked into the cemetery – of all the places in the city we both chose Père-Lachaise to visit at the exact same time. Go figure!
I decided to stroll through on my own though, taking myself on a date with my camera as I often like to do.
I wandered around with no direction in mind really – didn’t even get a chance stop by to pay my respects to Oscar Wilde or Jim Morisson. Don’t worry, I’ll pay them a visit soon!
I headed to the metro after a little over an hour there, and what do you know – my friend was leaving at the exact same time. Seriously small world.
I had plans to had to Montmartre…and so did she! Weird! I was headed up to meet up with my roommate, so we took the metro there together. I spent the rest of the afternoon strolling around the area, eventually running into this establishment. Perhaps you’ve heard of it?
(Clearly I have some tiny specks inside my camera – it’s in the camera body, as the specks are there with any lens I put on it…any ideas? I’ve tried cleaning it, but alas, the specks remain)
As much as I’d like to attend a show there, I think I’m gonna have to stick to window shopping on this one. It’s $150 a pop at the Moulin Rouge. Yikes!
Around 4:00pm or so we decided to head to Trocadero, mostly because we saw a bus that said Trocadero on the front and can never resist a gorgeous view of la Tour Eiffel. Why not!?
We never actually made it to Trocadero, however, and found ourselves distracted by a park that I can’t remember the name of, and eventually at the Arc de Triomphe.
Paris in a day? Well, we sure did try!
We wandered down the Champs-Elysees until we found a metro stop, then made our way home to rest for a bit before dinner. I had plans to meet up with another friend at a little French restaurant (where I ate the most delicious salad – imitation recipe to come soon!) so after stopping to refresh at home for a minute, I headed right back out run a couple errands before dinner. I picked up a package at school (Thanks for the coffee Mom and Dad!), and stopped to buy some almond butter since mine is nearing it’s end.
Well, dinner turned into a 2 hour event followed by drinks at a piano bar, box full of coffee and almond butter jar in hand.
Normal. Totally normal. Nothin’ like a little almond butter to go with red wine and jazzy renditions of everything from Edith Piaf’s Je Ne Regrette Rien, to Britney Spears’ Toxic. Good times.
It was such a nice day to spend wandering around, not thinking about school and just soaking up my free time doing whatever came up. Today has been really low key in comparison to yesterday’s adventures – a trip to the Salon de l’Agriculture (stay tuned!), homework, and 21 euros worth of laundry. Gotta love the laundry here.
I took some time to make a delicious dinner tonight given the slow pace of Sunday. Everything I’ve cooked lately is really simple. We don’t have many spices here, even though I keep meaning to go pick some up. Even our cooking utensils are simple – we don’t have a single measuring cup so we make do with what we’ve got. Like tonight – quinoa measured in a leftover yogurt container.
1 yogurt cup dry quinoa, 2 yogurt cups water. Simple.
Along with my quinoa I made a Bok Choy, Red Bell Pepper and Onion Stir-Fry. So good it deserves capital letters.
Once the onions and peppers cooked down a bit, I added the bok choy and a little bit of soy sauce and sriracha. I purposely made extra so I could have lunch tomorrow since the week is going to get crazy again.
Once the veggies had cooked, I moved half of them to a container for tomorrow, and added some rotisserie chicken (see my post Everyday Pantry Staples for more details) to the pan with the remaining veggies for a little protein action.
Et voila!
I’ve really been loving simple and healthy dinners like this lately. I bought vegetables at the market yesterday with no real ideas in mind and it’s always fun to create something with what I have on hand.
I’ve only ever cooked with bok choy one other time and I’m really liking it. There’s a dish back home with soba noodles, bell peppers, bok choy, mushrooms and other veggies in a miso broth topped with salmon at one of my favorite restaurants… I’m thinking I’m going to have to try to replicate that with a gluten free version soon now that I’m learning to cook with bok choy. Perhaps a trip to the Asian district is in order!
Well, I’m off to enjoy the rest of this Sunday evening – the very little bit that’s left. No worries – I’m certain it will be Sunday again before I know it. I’m especially excited about the next one…Spring Break! I can taste it now…
Question: Have you cooked with any new ingredients lately? Do you ever pick out ingredients you’ve never cooked with…just to see what happens?
I have to start thinking of my next new to me ingredient… So many vegetables and not enough time!
Have a good one!
I am working daily to acquiesce to the fact that the Universe runs the way IT pleases rather than in accordance with MY wishes.
Ohhhh, it was one of those mornings. It started at 0400 when I spilled my bedside water bottle all over the floor. And made a wreck in the kitchen working the morning libation. Then continued on with blowing the circuit breaker from various contraptions in the yoga room. Grumped over to the neighborhood Baptiste studio.
I have great affection for Baptiste — they have the HEAT & humidity thing just down, & a refreshingly no-yoga-snobbery attitude — but I’ve been loving my Forrest time because of the deep sophistication of the practice. But I just can’t get my room hot enough. The heat & humidity is doing wonders for my back. I love Back Bay because they have the bestest teachers in the whole world. But they can’t get their rooms hot enough either. My great wish during the workshop at New Haven & the recent teacher trainings have been to have Ana & a hot room for 2 hours every morning. Heaven.
Goldilocks can’t find the right porridge. Well, she knows what her favorite porridge is, but that’s just not available. And she keeps accicentally spilling all the porridge that is available.
It’s a pretty okay problem to have, I guess. Just means I really really have to acknowledge that whatever planning or controlling or scheduling I think I should do will always get soundly trounced & laughed at by the universe. Just need to take practice day by day, which is how it happens anyway, so really, why have I continually tried to fight it with imaginary practice plans & schedules & goals?
Point being, today I went & did my modified Forresty practice with the Baptiste-ites, & then came home & did the first 50 minutes of Day 3 of the Forrest 5 Day Intensive. Which worked rather nicely & therefore has me back fantasizing & scheduling & planning… OY!!
It’s a shockingly spring-like day in Cambridge. One of those days when I want to go out & roll around in the campus quad or something. Actually, that’s very easy in Cambridge — just a matter of picking your campus to loll around in!
Did 2 hrs of backbending to the Heal Your Back MP3. And an hour of goofing around with gentle stetching & the rolly ball. Play day otherwise. Heading back into the happy sunshine!!