The darkest part of winter is upon us and we scramble for light and good feelings, aching for spring. Well spring training for baseball starts, at this writing, in three weeks. Once you hit that day, when pitchers and catchers report, you know you can hold on until spring.
Until then, we sit on a mat in a huge empty room and move what muscles that still work, minus three fingers that have gone on strike, stand, sit, and call it yoga. Ive done it before. In fact right this time four years, a beginner yoga class. And looking back on it, I can see that it too flashed some warning signs. Things that were easily being done by just about everything had me falling over. I could not retain my balance, not all the time, just sometimes, but I was concerned.
And now I’m just the MS guy in the corner (“do the best you can”). I do.
There are three people in the class, plus the instructor. And she’s got the MS guy in the corner, the lady who’s never taken a class of anything before, and Jackie. The instructor saw that she needed to slow way down for the first two, and move at a normal pace with the last one (i.e. Jackie).