This morning started out nicely. I woke up early to go to my 5:00 A.M. workout. I noticed it had rained a little the night before. I was happy about that because we are in desperate need of water where I live in Southern California.
Friday’s are fun at the place where I exercise. It’s yoga day. We start out with some mild cardio activity, like circuit training or something like that. Then, we do yoga. I am not very flexible, so the stretching feels good to me. It’s a pretty good workout. At the end of the class, the instructor announces, “Now we will all go down into our right splits.” The women in my class all looked at her and laughed. We thought she was joking. But, she wasn’t. She told us to start slowly and only go as far as you can. So, I started out slowly and realized I did not have very far to go to get all the way down into the splits. I just went for it. That was a big mistake! I ended up with a very bad muscle strain. My friend, Nicole, was impressed that I could get myself down there. When I told her I hurt myself, I got no sympathy from her. She said, “Well, that’s what you get for trying to show off.” I am pretty sure that I am not going to be able to walk tomorrow. Usually, when these things happen, the 2nd and 3rd days after the injury are the worst. That’ll teach me to try to attempt the splits again.
I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s not like I am 15 and in gymnastics class again. In my mind I actually thought I could do the splits. And, I did do the splits. But, I shouldn’t have done the splits. That was a dumb move. 🙂 I quickly made a note to my 48 year old self, “No splits for you!”