Last night was my supervisor and his wife's joint 75th (they turned 40 and 35 this year) birthday party. It was appropriately 70s themed, and my own problem with hording costume-y clothing was legitimized when I was able to dress not only myself, but two co-workers as well.
The party, which was essentially a small wedding, was a success right until I went to sleep (passed out?) at 3AM. This morning however my body hurt!
It took me quite some time to realize that the intense pain originating just out side my lower rib cage every time I moved was not a result of the heavy drinking I had done, but more likely a result of my return to yoga this week after a week and a half vacation.
Dhanurasana-Mine barely looks this good.
Let alone anything like this.
There's nothing quite as good, or as painful as an intense hour and a half of yoga, after a week and a bit off first thing in the morning on a Saturday. And although I was grateful for the mental calming and relaxation (Anyone who has never experienced the release of Savasana after an session of pushing you body to it's physical limits, well I highly recommend it) I certainly paid for it today in the angry cries of unused muscles pushed far past the point.
Only thing to do for it. Yoga again tomorrow after work.