A short time ago I started a simple yoga stretching routine in the morning. Yoga, I thought, something slow and simple like that I can handle. I was looking for something that would stretch my aching body, help with pain management and perhaps provide some relaxation and stress relief at the same time. Low impact, slow, nothing that I could injure myself at, right? Wrong!

I’ve pulled a muscle or something and now I am hobbling around like an old woman. Every time I stand up, with each step I take, I am in more pain than I was before I started. I am not even sure what exactly I did to cause this, but I’ve pulled something somewhere somehow.

But I do enjoy putting my yoga outfit on each morning, rolling out my yoga mat, and setting out my yoga block and strap, and putting on my yoga DVD. I can even talk myself into believing that I am doing somthing that will benefit me in the long run.

Gotta love this aging thing.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. I love yoga! And pilates, and all those stretchy sorts of things.

    Take it easy, you.

  2. not fun….hopefully you will recover quickly…

  3. Regarding injuries: a yoga instructor told me about a woman who cracked one of her cervical vertebrae while doing yoga. I think she raised her head up and back too fast. Since hearing that, I've been extremely careful with yoga.

  4. Bummer. Hope it gets better soon!

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