This is from a French Poem, L’amour by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
“Si le sourire, éclair inattendu,
Brille parfois au milieu de mes larmes,
C’était l’amour; c’était lui, mais sans armes;
C’était le ciel. . . qu’avec lui j’ai perdu.”
“If smile, that unexpected gleam,
Broke out sometimes amidst my tears,
It was love, unarmed, it was him,
And heaven with him disappears.”
Woke up this morning with my back screaming in pain. My back hurts from time to time. I am used to it most of the time but it was just simply unbearable this morning. Called off sick on work today and I decided to go to the doctor.
I have a new doctor now, referred to me by my previous orthopedist. For the meantime, he prescribed anti-inflammatories for the next week. I might see him again next week for some tests. Hopefully, the pain subsides and I will be fine.
Needless to say, no workout time for me today. Without anything to do, I am binging with Lost Season 4 and I am about to finish the last episode right now. TTYL.
Well, I tried to follow the routine I set up from my previous post. I jogged for the whole length of a Lost episode. Covered around 2 miles, I didn’t check exactly what it is.
So after cooling down, I set my phone on Kathryn’s video to do some barre. And then, the thing happened. Halfway through the plies, in one of my grand plies in second, my year old leggings ripped. To be fair, you would have to give it to my plie, it was beautiful, but then again, my leggings cracked! CRACKED!
So with 5 other guys in the gym, I had to keep my composure. As the epitome of grace under pressure, a master of deadma– my boss would attest to that– I cut my plies right away and proceeded to the tendus. Anyway, I didn’t finish the whole routine, and I headed home.
But god! You don’t have an idea how embarrassed I was. I just hoped no one noticed. Hopefully not Guy From the 9th Floor. *wink