SO tired this morning. Our mattress has two huge trenches in it. Tay’s been bitching about it for weeks, but I didn’t notice much until Sunday morning when I woke up and wasn’t quite sure how to move my mid-back. We’ve been suffering through it the past few nights, sleeping on our backs with pillows under our knees, but last night Tay decided to take action.
I stopped mid step as I walked into our room last night. The bed towered over it’s usual height. Taylor beamed with self pride. He had taken the air mattress we use for the guest room and put it ON TOP of the problem mattress. I kind of felt like the princess and the pea perched 5 feet off the ground. The dog wouldn’t even stay up there, as soon as she jumped/scrambled up (with much coaxing and a lot of struggle), she freaked out and jumped back down, tail between her legs.
I guess it worked… I didn’t feel like I was stuck in a trench. My back didn’t hurt this morning. But I lay awake all night, unreasonably paranoid that I may fall off the bed. Unreasonably so, since I’ve never really fallen off the bed, so why would I do it now?
In any case, this is just a temporary solution, I hope.
I still somehow managed to carefully and completely ungracefully roll/jump/fall out of bed for practice this morning. Debated skimming over primary or perhaps splitting at navasana in order to get to work a little earlier… Stupidly decided to skip ALL of primary and only practice my standing, second series poses, backbends, and finishing. Holy s**t, that was a trip. Without the slow, gentle, grounding unfolding of the primary series, my body was in total shock once I hit Pasasana. Bhekasana was a long shot, and I gave up mid-arch in Kapotasana, not interested in trying for heels, no-sir-ee.
Now, hours later, every nerve ending tingles, even sans the jolt of caffeine. I don’t think I’ll be doing THAT again any time soon.