Last weekend we went on a road trip to PEI. It was FABULOUS. It rained…but not when we were setting up, putting down, or needing to get into the tent. We went to the beach in the sun…and didn’t get burned. We spent our final night at the Delta Prince Edward for almost-free (thank you, Aeroplan points), and we came home sun-kissed and relaxed.
And then I bent forward ever-so-slightly in the shower to reach the shampoo on Wednesday morning and BAM! Back spasm.
Know the one thing I didn’t do while I was eating and talking and sunbathing? STRETCH MY MUSCLES.
Coincidence? I think not.
So for the past 48 hours I’ve been in Radical Self-Care mode. I’ve been stretching my calves and hamstrings like crazy (because back pain is often directly connected to tightness in the backs of the legs), and I learned a new psoas relaxing technique that I’m quickly becoming addicted to (because I’m starting to think that this may be Le Grand Issue #1 for this former ballerina and couch potato). I’ve been trying out new and awesome $5 stretching classes from my favourite biomechanic and sitting on the floor instead of the sofa…basically all the things I’ve been meaning to do daily but just not bothering to.
The back pain is starting to ease up—it gets better with every stretch that I do. And I’m hoping the lesson sticks this time. Self care or spasms…it’s a pretty easy choice, really.