How did I get here?
I found myself laying flat on my back with tears in my eyes this week.
Last week-end started on a high note. We had a martial arts demonstration for two hours where the whole academy gets to show some of our forms, kicks, punches, and self-defence. After the demo, we have a ceremony for the new black belt graduates.
The demo went well. The graduates gave touching speeches, and I got to spend time with Big One and Little One. So far, so good.
When we got home, Big One asked me to do some Yoga with her. I have not practiced yoga in quite a while, but since I train in martial arts every week I assumed I would be fine. Not so. After 30 minutes, I was a bit sore and tired so I left her to finish on her own.
I woke up the next morning unable to get out of bed. Some muscles that have obviously been neglected were telling me in no uncertain terms that I had abused them. 7 days later, a few days off work, two massages, and some ice and heat, I am finally able to walk again. On day 3, I swore that I would never get back to normal so I am taking this as a good sign.
I have talked to many people this week who shared their back pain stories with me. I sympathized with every one of them.
And yes, I learned my lesson. Don’t jump into a new physical activity assuming the muscle groups will be the same. And a bonus lesson – don’t assume I can keep up with Big One!
How did I get here? Indeed.