These days around the house we are moaning “Cindy, what have you done to me?” because Maud and I have taken to doing the 1993 Cindy Crawford “Le Grand challenge” video in the afternoons. It is Cindy Crawford in a two-piece leotard and chunky white sport shoes, jumping, lifting, lunging, and dubbed into French. Stretching, l’étirement. Weights, les haltères. When Cindy calls for a twenty-five-second break, we swig, like the toppest top-models, great mouthfuls of water from 1.5-litre bottles of Volvic.
The sun is out today, though, so in lieu of sweatin’ to Cindy, I thought it would be appropriate to take a gander in the countryside. Pink on pink and a straw hat from the side table.

Left out of the big gates brought red tractors and an old farmer, wildflowers in purple and yellow, a woman climbing down from a cherry tree. In the bushes, sometimes, a something scurried. There was the smell of freshly mown fields, and a wood fire somewhere in the distance, and cows on a dirt road.

The way back was everything in reverse, of course, the smell of cows on a dirt road, and a wood fire somewhere in the distance, and freshly mown fields. Then through the large iron gates and into the big room for tea.

The sun is out today, though, so in lieu of sweatin’ to Cindy, I thought it would be appropriate to take a gander in the countryside. Pink on pink and a straw hat from the side table.

Left out of the big gates brought red tractors and an old farmer, wildflowers in purple and yellow, a woman climbing down from a cherry tree. In the bushes, sometimes, a something scurried. There was the smell of freshly mown fields, and a wood fire somewhere in the distance, and cows on a dirt road.

The way back was everything in reverse, of course, the smell of cows on a dirt road, and a wood fire somewhere in the distance, and freshly mown fields. Then through the large iron gates and into the big room for tea.

Labels: Travel: France


2 Comments:
Man, I used to love that video, I think, until I accidentally recorded over it with an episode of Remington Steele. (At least, I mean love in the way one can "love" a workout video. As opposed to, say, loving a very young and very hot Pierce Brosnan.)
Was the 1993 one the first one or the second one? I think I preferred the one in the red bathing suit. Although, obviously, watch your knees -- half of those moves back then have been proven to be really bad for the knees.
you are INSANE.
but i like you A LOT.
i don't know about the first one or the second one, but i can tell you that there is no red bathing suit in Le grand challenge, so draw your conclusions from there.
you will be unhappy to know--my knees already know--that i have been doing Le grand challenge BAREFOOT. so: not only exercises that are bad for knees, but also done with no support whatsoever.
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