As part of my exercise rehab, in addition to the daily exercises, my delightful new physio asked me to do one yoga session before I see her again.

I did briefly consider visiting my old studio, but they seem to have stopped offering early morning classes. This is probably for the best – because of my awful habit of people pleasing, I push myself too hard there and would undoubtedly end up with another injury to add to the collection.

But I finally stopped avoiding, had an encouraging word to myself and did 40 minutes of yoga this evening. I hadn’t been on the mat since, I want to say, February. I was very pleased to find I could still do almost everything, but it was quite challenging. It felt good, though I have a high level of confidence that all my muscles will be letting me know about it tomorrow.

I’ve become way too sedentary. I need to persuade the far-too-stubborn parts of myself that we would really benefit from moving about.

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