That’s what I keep telling myself as I roll up my mat after little over (or under) 30 minutes of practice. In the past, I would have constituted what I just did as a warm up to begin my practice. Today, it *is* all I can think of to do without breaking my promise to avoid forward folding, tailbone tucking movements for a week. You’d be surprised what all that entails. Child’s Pose, Downward Dog… Even sleeping has had to be modified as I normally curl up on my side.
I want to do more but I don’t really know where to go, or what to do, next. When you really take a look at it, my normal routine is rich in deep forward folds. What’s a girl to do? Even the poses that I started to move into had some component of hip flexion involved. I tiny tug at my spine told me that I was entering into hostile territory. I try not to ask when and just abandon the effort and move on. But I want to know…
When will I be able to move like I used to? To run, hike, down-dog it, and so on.
I keep telling myself that the little bit I am doing does amount to something. Something, that is, besides extra pounds on the scale.