It’s difficult to explain the whole “break-through” phenomenon to a non-ashtangi.
After sitting in a car for 5 hours on Thursday, I scooped up my coworker from the Sacramento Int’l Airport and we quickly sat down in a swanky new restaurant for 4 more hours (okay, 5. We met some nice chefs and crashed their dinner party).
Early in the dinner, the coworker noticed me squirming and twisting in my seat while sourly grimacing, and asked what was up. “Oh, I’m going through some stuff with my low back and sacrum.”
She told me I should try doing some yoga.
Obviously we haven’t had the chance to get to know each other before this.
I started to go into the whole darkness of the sacrum and the idea of working through these aches and pains, but gave up halfway through and decided instead to enjoy the fantastic Gruner Veltliner that had just been poured for us (my very favorite food wine).
The next morning at 2 a.m. I fell into a hotel bed with a lumpy pillow and woke at 6 to hurry up and sit for 8 more hours in a workshop/class. I continued squirming and twisting, hoping for some sort of release that a yoga practice may have provided, had there been time (and had there not been the massive headache I woke up with).
After the class, I dropped coworker back off at the airport and sat in my car for another 5 hours.
And you can bet that my back and sacrum are still whimpering from all that sitting.
To add insult to injury, the hotel room I shared was the first I’ve been in with wood floors which would have made for a lovely, wrist-pain-free hotel yoga practice, had I not drunk all that wine the night before.