Recently I decided to resume my yoga practice.
My reasons for doing so primarily stemmed from the fact that everything else I tried, from climbing stairs to weight machines at the local gym to jogging at the park to walking around the neighborhood somehow resulted in injury.
By the time I made the decision to return to the restorative hot yoga practice that had so successfully rehabilitated my left ankle several years ago, I had a torn something in my right shoulder, a sprained something else in my left hip, three deep gash scars in both knees (two on the right and one on the left, respectively) and very little confidence that I could walk to the bathroom from the kitchen without incurring bodily harm.
So imagine my surprise when, three enthusiastic weeks into my restorative yoga practice, I pulled a muscle in my back. Not one of the small unnecessary ones either – oh no. I found the long large one that runs from the base of my spine all the way up to curl inside the left shoulder blade, and that was the one I wrenched.
The reason? I wasn’t properly warmed up. And that was because I was, quite simply, paying more attention to the practices of others around me than I was to my own.