New Experience: Group Kegels
I took two days off before Memorial Day weekend such that I had FIVE WHOLE DAYS where I wasn't expected to process invoices or fix spreadsheets or direct staff or wear heels or even shower. I was so pumped that I gloated to everyone I could.
I made a list for things I wanted to do over the long weekend and was ecstatic that I had FIVE WHOLE DAYS to do them in. The sun came out, birds perched on my shoulders and sang me songs, and rainbows followed me everywhere.
I spent Thursday running fun errands and reading in the sunshine. I took part in a color workshop webinar (read: boring photography mumbo jumbo) (also: another New Experience I didn't write up for reasons you'll understand in a bit).
You knew this was coming? Yes? The karma?
Thursday night I rolled over in bed. I wasn't even sleeping yet, just reading. I rolled over, probably to put my glasses away and turn off the light.
I can only describe is as Old People would: I threw my back out.
And OMG the pain. THE PAIN.
I could hardly breathe, could hardly stand.
Friday morning I woke up and couldn't get out of bed. I grabbed my iPhone to check email and Twitter but the wifi wasn't working. I texted Steve as such, who told me to go upstairs and reboot the router.
Let me again remind you of the pain: I was ignoring my pressuring bladder because I could hardly breathe. And here Steve was, telling me to not only reboot the router, but walk upstairs and GET OUT OF BED. Yeah, no.
I finally made it out of bed to pee, took some drugs, went back to bed and called a chiropractor. A few adjustments and an ice pack and I was still feeling old and broken.
The rest of my weekend was spent as follows:
1. lying in bed with an ice pack and my iPhone;
2. lying on the couch with an ice pack and Netflix streaming; or
3. lying on the deck chair with an ice pack, a book, and a bikini.
That last part wasn't so bad, actually.
Man, this is already longer than I wanted. I've become the kind of person who won't shut up about her medical issues. Today I'm all OH MY ACHING BACK and tomorrow I'll be all LET ME SHOW YOU MY CORNS. (My back is better, by the way, but my chiropractor is still trying to get as much money from me as possible.) (Which: GAH.)
At the end of the weekend I went for a slow walk at the dog park with a friend who suggested trying pilates to strengthen my core and realign my spine. She has been doing pilates for some time and really loves it.
I tried to decipher the studio's website with little success. I was concerned about it being all spiritual crap like yoga can sometimes be. But one day after work I had an errand near the studio and popped in to check it out. I got a little tour and put my name down for an intro class.
And then I bought new yoga pants.
My old ones were shot, okay? Shut up.
I took the intro class last week, and pretty quickly I realized I should have done some research on the practice of pilates. Because within 10 minutes I was lying on my back next to strangers doing kegel exercises.
The way it was explained, the pelvic muscles are one muscle group that make up the core, along with the hips, lower back, and butt. Kegals and precise breathing are very important to the strength and control of the core, which is important for spine health.
The class was 2.5 hours long and very difficult for the small amount of moving that we did in the exercises. The instructors were very helpful and the class was small enough that we had a lot of one-on-one help. Which I really needed.
I'm still unsure that I want to do more, but they gave all of the intro class students a few free sessions and I'm going to take advantage of those this week.