October 2005 to February 2018. My kindred Scorpio. ANYway, back to yoga!
It really helps. Just like my old school-horses, movement keeps you moving. Chinook, bless his sweet heart, was so stiff first thing in the morning, he basically hobbled out of his stall. But he was always happy to get out, and always 1000% better when he came back.
(wrote below just now, this minute, Sept. 2021)
OH, I was sent an ancient picture of him, (thank you, Shar!) after he'd been sold on to another school. That's his big white blaze closest to you, I think you can almost make out his spectacularly bad conformation. His kind soul more than made up for it. Such a funny character he was...
OH, I was sent an ancient picture of him, (thank you, Shar!) after he'd been sold on to another school. That's his big white blaze closest to you, I think you can almost make out his spectacularly bad conformation. His kind soul more than made up for it. Such a funny character he was...
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| Leo's head is down, furthest away, I don't know the gray or the chestnut, then RAINY!!! Then unknown, then Chinook. Yep, a tad upright, he were. |
(Back to April 2017. Are you dizzy yet?)
Movement is life. My doctor recommended I start using weights, oh, ten years ago or so. I so wish I'd heeded her very good advice then. Better late than never, though. In my defence, I was still on the farm, moving rocks, going for daily walks, gardening etc. etc. etc. The commuting and working kept me pretty busy too. But you get tight, if you don't stretch it all out, regular like.
Please ask me how I know :)
Can't remember if I mentioned I've started yoga, or not. Hey, I started yoga! Namaste, whatever that means. Hexcellent way to keep the limberness idea alive. I came close to acquiring "adhesive capsulitis" in my left shoulder, much to my chagrin. Wake-up call, is what it was. Thank heavens for me taking a holiday, and having a dear friend/RMT I was visiting notice my pain. She got me pointed in the right direction, pretty much in the nick of time. (Flexes).
Now I have to ration stretches/flexions too, because of course I initially over-do. Worst thing you can do, is over-do. Such a fine line, isn't it? My yoga instructors have been mostly great, but I found out the painful way that it isn't their body they're stretching. I seem to take a day or two to show damages. So, I don't do the classes anymore, I just do my stretches as regularly as I can. My body always lets me know if I've forgotten to do them.
(It's still 2017, remember?)
Blaze, little wonder dog in her own witchy right, has become an older dog, almost over-night. She's over a decade old now, her nose a little gray, her agouti coat a little more gouti. I think she's going a little deaf, but it's tough to tell. Her mind wanders sometimes, but whose doesn't??
Now, it's 2021 again. I kinda like that about bloggerink. Timed travel. Blaze preferred my husband to me, if I'm honest, and I really don't blame her. She finally refused to go to work with me, she did hate the car, and daily, to the city?? No, thanks very much. She kept husband company, and she enjoyed his much less intense energy. With a back yard and a Frisbee, Blaze could be perfectly happy for hours.
Please ask me how I know :)
Can't remember if I mentioned I've started yoga, or not. Hey, I started yoga! Namaste, whatever that means. Hexcellent way to keep the limberness idea alive. I came close to acquiring "adhesive capsulitis" in my left shoulder, much to my chagrin. Wake-up call, is what it was. Thank heavens for me taking a holiday, and having a dear friend/RMT I was visiting notice my pain. She got me pointed in the right direction, pretty much in the nick of time. (Flexes).
Now I have to ration stretches/flexions too, because of course I initially over-do. Worst thing you can do, is over-do. Such a fine line, isn't it? My yoga instructors have been mostly great, but I found out the painful way that it isn't their body they're stretching. I seem to take a day or two to show damages. So, I don't do the classes anymore, I just do my stretches as regularly as I can. My body always lets me know if I've forgotten to do them.
(It's still 2017, remember?)
Blaze, little wonder dog in her own witchy right, has become an older dog, almost over-night. She's over a decade old now, her nose a little gray, her agouti coat a little more gouti. I think she's going a little deaf, but it's tough to tell. Her mind wanders sometimes, but whose doesn't??
Now, it's 2021 again. I kinda like that about bloggerink. Timed travel. Blaze preferred my husband to me, if I'm honest, and I really don't blame her. She finally refused to go to work with me, she did hate the car, and daily, to the city?? No, thanks very much. She kept husband company, and she enjoyed his much less intense energy. With a back yard and a Frisbee, Blaze could be perfectly happy for hours.
Now my right shoulder is threatening me, with the same type of pain.
You know what that means.
Namaste. Or in my case, Namastopstartstopstart. Must learn to stay.
Flexibly out!
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