OK, I'm going to make it up tonight by doing some jazzy yin poses.Actually, I skipped this morning because of a tweak in my right shoulder doing a mod version of dwipada viparita dandasana. Mine doesn't look anywhere as beautiful as Tias Little's. At a workshop some time ago, he recommended that we work up to holding that pose for half an hour. Mmn, sure thing!
Knowing my wrecked body the way I do, I called my friendly neighborhood chiropractor for an appointment and got him to salvage the wreckage before it gets even worse. "C7 (or something like that)," he says. "Gee, that's kind of uncommon. Are you feeling any elbow pain or tingling radiating through your fingers?" "Uh, no." It is a new tweak, but I don't even talk about yoga with him anymore. He's totally old school and thinks yoga is the devil. But he knows why the bodies continue to pile up in his waiting room. Yeah, he's told me to quit a few times when I've shown up with some pretty spectacular injuries, but now, we both know the drill. When I'm wrecked; he fixes me. I know this doesn't healthy. It's probably even more puzzling for people who don't get chiropractors and their Watchtower-like magazines that they have in the treatment rooms.
But I LOVE him. And my massage therapist, acupuncturist, my back-up massage therapist...
Tomorrow, I'm back in the saddle.
