02/23/2019
For those of you baffled by this video...I don’t blame you. This is me doing yoga in the back stairwell at my gym. It’s quiet...dark...and doesn’t smell like sweat and gym socks. If you would have asked me to attempt this pose two years ago there would have been no way I could have obliged. I was diagnosed with sciatica after a year and a half of excruciating pain, two steroid injections, and so much money dumped into chiropractic care, vitamins, and dry needling (actually loved that so much...). I felt hopeless and terrified. I avoided the surgical consult as long as I could but when life had lost most of its enjoyment, I knew for myself and my family, that avoiding my fear, and the thing that ultimately helped me, was no longer a viable option. It’s taken a long time to get these two feet flat against this wall without pain or significant muscle tension but here we are. Sometimes our journeys are LONG and filled with detours, roadblocks, and lots of injuries. And sometimes they aren’t. Either way, as I lay here alone in this peaceful place, I am holding gratefulness for these two tapping tennies and what I learned about myself throughout my travels.
