I can tell you one thing. When I was child, I could do a backbend. I might have quit gymnastics on day three, but I could do a solid backbend.
I have to remind myself that even slow progress is progress. I only broke my sternum four months ago. The first ten weeks of that I just spent letting my bones grow back together.
I tried to go on a run in early December, and it resulted in assaulting pain for the next month. It is really hard to convince yourself to be good to your body when you have broken such a major bone, and while also eating out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day because you don't currently have a operating kitchen, (thanks Florence.)
January started and I mean I really felt bad. I put on weight from my accident and I really hurt. Just sitting up in bed was bothering me, let alone washing my hair. In January I joined a yoga studio, YogaSalt. I drank the Kool-Aid. They have me completely sold.
It is February 4th, and I am feeling so good. I will humbly announce that I started off as the absolute worst in yoga class. I was cringe-worthy. Now I am there every single morning and am picking up the pace. I can hold poses for longer, breathe deeper, and really I am finding mental, physical, and spiritual rest.
We have a substitute right now, who flew in from the studio in L.A. His class is hard as hell and I love it. I sweat for enjoyment. I let out this wild sigh of relief.
Urdhva Dhanurasana, the wheel pose. For fifteen days I have relentlessly worked on this pose without any luck. It is a backbend. My body is simply too weak to sustain such stress on my sternum. Today I press my fingertips harder into the mat, so hard they begin to shake. I press through my triceps and slowly extend. Urdhva Dhanurasana, the wheel pose. I want to jump up and punch the air I am so excited. Victory. If only I can find my way out of the pose.
I'm healing, and it feels so good.