I Hurt In New and Novel Ways

After yesterday's moon day and Wednesday's Marichyasana panic, I was suffering from great trepidation today. The top of my left foot felt sprained and hurt like hell on Wedneday, and the intensity of the experience stayed with me all day, feeling unsettled and unsteady.

I woke up a little earlier than usual this morning (4:25), giving me an additional five minutes to take an epsom bath before practice - anything to fend off the teeth of the practice. Then I walked the dog, took a bath, and drank too much coffee, and quickly found myself practicing an upset-coffee-stomach opening sequence.

I was forgetting the sequence, and put all I had into the seated postures, trying to loosen my hips and ankles. I repeated many, and was clearly looking very nervous (Holly commented). I bound to wrists in the Maris, intent on opening quads, hips, ankles, lats, shoulders, etc, etc. In D, Tim grabbed my wrist, braced his foot against my knee, and pulled. After five breaths my armpit made contact with my knee, he pinned my bicep, and pulled my arm around into the bind. I panicked less than Wednesday, and I didn't explode into a heap upon exit.

Keep in mind that I've got 5 inches and 15 pounds on Tim. His precision and efficiency are incredible.

After all that I managed a legitimate albeit ugly padmasana instead of my usual half-lotus bastardization of garbha pindasana.

Tim squished me in baddha konasana, which felt thoroughly pleasant compared to Mari D.

Backbends were a respite, and felt like a reprieve. Holly dropped me back a few times before I flopped into savasana.

I hurt in new and novel ways.