On a brighter note
After a couple of weeks of investigation and some covert action by my BC Nurse, we found a way in the back door of the local YMCA (that sounds vaguely wrong, doesn't it) The Open Door program granted me a three month pass. You beauty.
10 days, 12 km in the pool, three gym sessions and half way through my third yoga class, my body suddenly went "Oh, OK. I remember this"
I still can't touch my toes or cross my legs, sit on my heels or balance very well, but it was like a light went on and I could suddenly figure out where I was in space. The instructor is, apparently, not that popular with the 'older' users in this particular class because she is 'fancy', but when she moved from bridge to wheel pose I surprised myself and popped up too. All good, except I suddenly found myself hanging upside down thinking 'Right, smart arse, how are you going to get down?' Thankfully a couple of young lads who were doing the class as part of their sport and rec quals had set a precedent by noisily and repeatedly face planting trying to do 'crow' pose, so my plunk and grunt dismount was met with some humour.
I feel better now.
