Back in splits class for the first time in months. Somewhere in December was the last one.
It was agony. But it was agony I’m familiar with. Agony I know intimately. Agony I know will pass if I keep at it.
Well, maybe not pass. But change, and spread out, and become focused on one particular muscle or another.
During the final, really serious stretches, I could sort of feel my body remembering how to do this. How to relax a muscle being stretched to its limit. How to push it close to the edge of pain, relax, and maybe find that the pain comes a tiny bit further out when I try again.
I’ve lost a lot of flexibility. But it feels like i still remember how to become more flexible. How to breathe in calm, and feel the tension leaving my body as I exhale.
I’ve really gotta start doing push-ups though. I could barely hold myself up a couple times. Ah well. That will come too.
It was exactly as terrible as I expected it to be. And that was kind of comforting.