Thursday I sent my yoga instructor a list of poses I thought I could/could not do and asked if we could get a Friday-afternoon lesson out of them. I hadn’t had a lesson since the day before surgery and I really don’t like going that long without the boost.
When time came for the lesson on Friday, I wasn’t sure I could
go through with it—I had several meetings that day, including one 90-minute
one, and I’m still working out how to sit at my desk with any degree of
comfort. Come yoga time, my knee was stiff, I was tired and I was feeling
pretty crappy, truth be told.
But we started in, and I have to say that I felt so much better,
both physically and mentally, afterward. I managed very careful windshield
wipers, elongated bound ankle, modified figure 4, almost-bridge against the
wall and a slightly wobbly Warrior II. No kneeling, no crossed legs. A
considerable amount of time was spent figuring out how to transition from one
position to another, since one knee wasn’t bending (and I was a little concerned
about splitting open the incision), but it was a good session, and when it was
done I felt looser and stronger, which had a huge impact on my mental state.
So that’s my gratitude today: the blessing of a yoga lesson.
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