The first time I saw compression boots was in a gym in Milan. I’d already passed a man straddling an exercise bike while drinking an espresso and smoking a cigarette. Then I poked my head into a room where three women were lined up on massage beds with their legs sausaged in inflated boots attached to wheezing pumps. These Italians really know how to live.
I like lying around. And if I weren’t so worried about the next deadline or admitting that, in the depths of my soul, I’m lazy, I’d be lying around right this minute. The ideal scenario for me is being productive while doing absolutely nothing. That’s what I loved about pregnancy: I could flop on a couch, gestating another human without lifting a finger.
