I went into the hatha yoga class this morning sore, sluggish and dreading the practice, but I knew that I had to do the work to heal my body. The first couple of forward folds were torture; I had to bend my knees because I felt so tight in the front hips. No complicated poses, no pace in the flow — after all, it was a hatha class — but I did work up a sweat, in part because I was battling against knotted muscles and tight ligaments. As the session advanced, I gradually began to feel less constricted in my movements. By the end of the class, I finally felt some relief.
Looking back, I can see that I needed more than restorative poses to counteract the adverse affects of sitting behind a steering wheel for more than eight hours at a time. Just fitting in some poses in the evenings during my beach stay was not enough. I pity the people who have to drive for a living. They need, as I did, the full range of movement of a vinyasa practice to get the blood flowing and the limbs freed from prolonged immobility. A full yoga session will balance out all the muscle groups, sqeeze out the toxins and reactivate breathing. Hopefully, I’ll get to a vinyasa class Monday evening to complete the healing process.