Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“I could go for some pepperoni pizza,” I say.
Farrah gasps. “Oh my God, stop it. Do you know how horrible pepperoni is? It has nitrates, high sodium and high saturated fats.” She doesn’t allow anyone a chance to respond before moving on. “Let’s get into peacock pose. It’ll be harder in the sand, but we can still do it.”
Alice lets out a sigh that’s almost inaudible. She just gets into a low plank, not even attempting peacock pose.
I know this one, and it’s hard as hell to hold. It’s similar to a handstand, but your forearms are on the ground and your body is at an angle instead of straight up.
JP admires Farrah as she gets into the pose, an appreciative smile tilting up the corners of his mouth. She has an amazing body, but I’m not openly ogling her the way he is.
I’m getting into peacock pose. I start in a low plank, then use my core to lift my lower body. My hands sink into the sand and I have to push myself up farther to keep my face out of the sand.
“Damn,” JP mumbles. “This is no joke.”
“You got it?” Farrah asks him.
“Yeah.” His voice strains and he makes a spitting sound. “There’s sand in my mouth, though.”
“It’s worth it! Our bodies were made for greatness. We’re capable of so much more than we realize.”
My glutes burn with the strain of holding peacock pose. Damn, I’m going to be sore after this. I’ve been taking it easy in the offseason, just doing a light run several days a week.
“Alice, try!” Farrah says.
“Nope, I’m good.”
“You can’t grow if you don’t try.”
“I don’t want to grow.”
Alice’s cheekiness makes me smile. It’s clear she doesn’t want to be here. I bet Farrah makes her come. But I guess if Farrah wants part of Alice’s workday to include yoga and meditation, that’s between them.
“Let’s challenge ourselves with handstand scorpion,” Farrah says, bringing her feet back down to the ground.
Alice drops her knees to the sand, keeping the front of her body in the plank position.
“Al, at least try!” Farrah scolds.
“Nope. I’ll injure myself.”
“I can guide you.”
Alice rolls her eyes. “That position is insane. I’m not doing it.”
Farrah sighs. “Fine. But this one really helps keep you limbered up for...activities.”
Her tone is mischievous. As JP and I watch, she gets into downward dog, moves her shoulders over her legs and lifts her legs--together--from the sand. It takes some time for her to stay balanced enough to get into a handstand position, but with her forearms flat on the ground. Then, she keeps moving her legs slowly until they’re curved. She lowers her toes until they touch her hair.
“Holy...” JP murmurs.
He’s right. It’s fucking crazy. Farrah is trying to prove she can bend in any direction, and I think we know why. She looks like a Cirque do Soleil performer, her gaze serene.
“I’m not trying that,” I say. “No way, man.”
“Yeah, I’m out, too,” JP says.
Farrah holds the pose, showing off at this point. Finally, she kicks her legs back into a handstand and lets them fall back to the ground.
“You’re a dancer,” JP says, a note of admiration in his tone.
She grins, clearly pleased. “I was a long time ago. Should we try sleeping yogi?”
Sleeping yogi turned out to be ridiculous, too, unless you have a body without bones. By the time Farrah finishes the yoga session, we’re all sweating heavily. It’s not only the exertion but also the humidity.
“Let’s take a quick break before the workout,” Farrah says.
We walk up to the beach house, all of us taking a seat at a patio table.
“I could go for a swim.” I eye the pool, an enormous rectangle shape with rocks, a waterfall and two hot tubs.
“Ugh, the chlorine would ruin my hair,” Farrah says.
She looks over at Alice. “Can I get lavender water? And I’m craving cantaloupe. But only if it’s super ripe.”
“Sure.”
I lower my brows, watching as Alice gets up from her chair. Did Farrah just ask Alice to fetch her a water, like Alice is a dog?
“I’ll grab you a water,” I offer, getting up.
Farrah waves a hand. “No, let Alice do it. She knows how I like it.”
I remember the bag of Voss water Alice was carrying, and the lemons and lavender. Surely Farrah isn’t this much of a diva.
“Well, the chef is serving a big breakfast at seven thirty,” I say. “I bet there’ll be some fruit.”
“Alice can run and get it. She’s my assistant.” She looks between me and JP. “Do you guys want water?”
Like hell is anyone bringing me a bottle of water instead of me walking into the house to get one myself. JP looks equally uncomfortable about it.
“I think I’m gonna go shower,” I say. “See you guys at breakfast.”
Alice had a long day yesterday, and her knee is hurt. But Farrah thought nothing of making her get up at dawn for yoga even though she didn’t want to do it, and now she’s making her wait on her.