Pretty Much Home Bound

All my massage clients canceled for today. Seems we are all going to get lots of home time. It looks like I will only be seeing my animal clients. My private training client has his sister-in-law visiting from Iran. She arrived only two days ago. Since I live in a house with two 80 year

Malibu Hikers!

“What do these women wish to achieve by hiking up these hills in Malibu?” Imagine a very proper Brittish accent with a sort of chronic, cynical way of being in life asking this question, I was telling her about the out of town visitors I’ve been leading on private hikes in Malibu. Her words and the tone

Euphoria

“I am this trail.  I am these trees.  I am this rain. I am this breeze”. These are the words I would repeat in my mind in an effort to take the pain in my knee away! I was at about mile 2 of the Tough Topanga 10K when my Tensor Fasciae Latae seized up

Envy in Malibu

I have the privilege and honor of caring for people’s homes and animals while they are away.  One of the questions people always ask me is: “Do you ever become jealous or envious when  caring for other people’s homes?Do you go into the comparison mode and wish you had more of this wealth and abundance.”

A Frustrating Force

As the woman in the 3rd car behind me laid on her horn for a good minute, I smiled to myself, I was once that obnoxious driver. I had a form of road rage–when drivers didn’t drive correctly, I let them know about it!  Well, not really, I just yelled and screamed inside my car

Santa Monica Serendipity

Santa Monica was once the Mecca of Bodybuilding–or wait, maybe it was Venice.  These days, Santa Monica is the Mecca of Yoga Studios. There are literally 6 studios within 5 blocks of each other. As I wrote in a previous post, I was once a yoga whore. Yoga whore,  meaning I never seemed to stay