Balance

I love tree pose. It’s peaceful to look out my window at actual trees and emulate them, stretching tall and straight towards the sky.

It also gives me balance and strength. I was carrying the vacuum, with hose in one hand and canister in the other, and I needed to close the bathroom door so I could vacuum behind it. After brief thought, I simply raised a leg (high enough to clear the tub wall since the door was against it) and moved the door forward with my foot.

Really, what more do you need from a yoga pose?

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I used to be able to tuck my foot above my knee and open my hips fairly well so that my bent leg was straight (mostly) out to the side. After my accident, by the time I tried Tree again, my left leg was not as straight out (plus it didn’t go quite as high up my right leg as it had previously) and my right foot had to lean against my left ankle.

My right leg is now up to left knee height, but I don’t feel my hips are flexible enough and my bent legs are more towards the front than the side. That will be the next thing to work on 🙂

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Downward Dog.
                         Lord, did I loathe Down Dog.
                          And while I probably still look like a lopsided tent, I now                               enjoy the stretch in my hips and calves.
                       And on a good day, my heels hit the floor!

My Week of Not Running

I spent most of the week avoiding exercise and being, well, pissy.

I didn’t realize until I was sitting at my desk on Wednesday afternoon just why I felt that way. I had taken Monday off, cuz that is always my day off. I took Tuesday off cuz I was tired and cranky. I didn’t want to get up the next morning and walk on the treadmill.

So I was sitting there at my desk, thinking about how much I DIDN’T want to go home and exercise and how much I needed to after taking two days off.  And the lightbulb went on.

I was pissy because I couldn’t run. After walking the last half mile on my run last Friday, I’d decided my knees needed some serious time off. It seems to be working, walking down stairs isn’t as painful as it was. I still think I need to give them a little more time. Clearly taking six days off last week wasn’t enough.  Therefore, I am resisting temptation.

I have known for some time that my knees had a shelf life–and it probably wasn’t all that long. But I didn’t think they were going to give out just yet. And they most likely haven’t. But I am worried. And while, in theory, I had a plan for when they do give out, I don’t want to do it.  I don’t want to exercise this week because I am pouting. Just took me a few days to realize it.

I went home Wednesday night and walked Daisy–briskly. We did a mile in 15:16. Might have been 15 flat if someone hadn’t gotten all excited about seeing the neighbor’s dog. To be fair, he was barking at us from the lawn, and they hadn’t met yet. And still haven’t, as I scooped her up (she HATES that) and carried her right past. I followed the walk  with weights (for my core) and yoga (for my brain). Then I got up the next morning and did another brisk mile on the treadmill before heading out to work.

And felt the best on Thursday I had felt all week.
(but I still want to run!)