I went to yoga on Wednesday night and we did a number of asanas (postures), that involved doing squats. The intense burn in my legs always went away when we finished an exercise, and I didn’t give it another thought.
Then I attempted to walk down the stairs.
Ever been on stilts? Ever been on stilts walking down some stairs? I couldn’t feel my legs from the knees up. It was hilarious. I actually laughed out loud. Brand new sensation.
A couple years ago I discovered that I couldn’t move the little toes on my left foot. I could feel them. I could try to move them, and they kind of acknowledged my effort, but they just didn’t seem that interested in obeying my commands. It’s like, I was Moammar Gadhafi and my toes were the rest of Libya. We signed a treaty and we’re happy to just let each other be, but they had to agree to never let the rest of my body in on our little secret.
In the meantime, the rest of my body has put forward quite the socialist effort. My legs are still a day away from being themselves and so my arms and core are contributing a little bit more than usual to get my ass out of bed, or off the couch, or into my car. They don’t seem to mind. They got places to be too. Not only that, but it wasn’t that long ago that they themselves took turns phoning in their performance after recent yoga classes.
I was forced to play backgammon with my toes and my rating dropped 50 points in three days.