Yesterday, when I wasn’t looking, someone poured wet cement into my shoulder joints. And overnight, the cement hardened into large blocks from which my arms dangle uselessly.
From the first surya namaskara, I worked away at them, chipping the cement away from my joints. And by the end of it, my mobility was back, and only remnants of the soreness remain, but damn. I’m tired. I hope my nose doesn’t itch today because if it does, someone else will have to scratch it for me. I can’t lift these arms again.
I’m guessing this tightness is due to the extra effort I put into jumping through yesterday. I find it strange that I have no problem jumping through all pretty-like with one straight leg in Triang Mukkha Eka Pada Paschimottanasana and Krounchasana, but two legs is just out of the question. Is it all mental, I wonder? This morning I put all those jumpthrough efforts on hold and just tried to make it through my practice without my arms breaking off of me. Only out of necessity, you understand. The mind still wandered wistfully to visions of my straight legs clearing my mat as I slowly lower myself to a seated position.
Bah. Yeah yeah, jumping through doesn’t matter. And I’ve suddenly become obsessed with it. Or actually, I think the obsession has always been there, I’ve just ignored it these past few years. And now I’m too tired of ignoring my obsessions. So I let them all hang out. AW asked if I would make a deal with the devil: perfectly straight-legged, floaty jump-throughs at the price of my sort-of bendy back. Hmmmmm… Nah, thanks for the offer though, Satan.