The injury count

injured bearI’m now more than 48 hours after my immersion finished, so I reckon I can tally up the damage without anything further coming unpleasantly to my attention: my physio tells me that tendons have a latent period, meaning that you can’t tell if you’ve upset them until two days after practice.

While some friends were really encouraging of me doing this immersion, some clearly thought I was insane. For myself I was worried about the effect of some much physical practice and just plain long days with nearly 2 hours travel each way would have on me. I wondered how I would find the energy and I feared for my hamstring. Plus being in a group of people who had such strong practice (they were largely teachers) meant that I did almost inevitably up my practice, and the teacher didn’t encourage modifications of the use of props.

But aside from these worries I was also curious about how I would physically cope since I’m feeling so much stronger and better these days.


  • my lovely right proximal hamstring tendons are doing fine. A little grumbly, but no more than usual. Yay! Big result here. I tried hard to look after them during the vigorous asana practice, even when this meant I had to shout at the teacher as she grabbed my thighs to pull them to straight during uttanasana!
  • my dodgy shoulder (a long ago supraspinatus issue that flares up if, say, I do a lot of vinyasas….!) is uncomfortable but feels basically sound. Maybe I can beg a massage from Hubby…
  • my nose feels less swollen and bruised than it did — following the most amazingly painful (and stupid) faceplant during mayurasana. It was my first time trying this and I am unashamedly proud that I achieved a precarious balance with head and feet off the ground! 🙂
  • the friction burn/pressure bruise (weird, but I can’t think what else it is) that I somehow got on the dorsal surface of one foot is fading fast. I think maybe I was dragging heavily in urdhva mukha svanasana. I usually favour a structurally easier knees-chest-chin  to bujangasana in my vinyasas, but I got carried away by the energy of the room and often went the whole chatturanga hog and I know I’m not quite strong enough to get the right lift in updog.

But that’s it!

Yes, muscles are aching, but deliciously so.

I am still swirling with adrenaline (and relying a little too heavily on espresso and dark chocolate to get me through office hours) so the next week or so will tell if there’s an ME price to pay for such wanton, extravagant, but wonderful energy usage. It usually catches up with me about a week after I’ve overdone it. I hope that doesn’t happen, but it would be an OK trade off. After all, I know I broke all the ME rules (not too hot, not too tired, not too much on any one day, not too long without food…).

The teacher made some comment about (modern postural) yoga not being an ‘extreme sport’. Well, in a way it always is for me. And actually it felt great!

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