It was 4:23am according to the trusty iPhone and I could not get comfortable. The weight of the enormous cat sleeping on my legs was too much for me to move without a sheering pain running through my upper leg. Unable to roll over I was gradually being inched out of bed by this feline giant. As I hit the floor the pain through my leg was going to be intense.
No this was not a dream. We really do have a monster cat and he really likes to sleep right on top of me. The pain was real too. I am not sure how I picked up this groin strain but there was no mistaking it now.
I had been wearing heavy boots all week because of the rain. I had lengthened my swim last weekend to a full mile. I had missed a Yoga class on Wednesday evening. Were any, or all, of these contributing factors? As I tried to roll out of bed, tried to get myself upright I felt a 100 years old. I was like our dog, who is getting on in years, who now tackles the stairs like they are some kind of mountain to be conquered. Clinging on with all claws, pawing his way to the top one slow step at a time. He looks like “Kilroy was here” as he get to the top step. I claw at the furniture, the walls and the doors as I struggle to the bathroom. This getting old lark is no fun.
Today is Sunday, it’s my beginner class, the easiest class of the week, or perhaps not. In the classes I taught yesterday and Friday the poses are familiar to most of the Yogis. I could have stood at the front clutching my zimmer frame and conducted the classes. Well maybe not the headstand. In the beginner class though you have to demo everything, then bounce up to your feet and visit everyone in turn to make sure they are not doing themselves any harm. Beginner classes can be the hardest to teach sometimes.
This must be a pretty significant muscle to have caused all this pain. A chance for me to swat up, online, on some anatomy. A superficial muscle seems to be the guy in question or may be it’s just aponeurosis. I could be wrong of course, using the internet as my medical guide. It certainly doesn’t feel very superficial. Hey I am a guy when we are sick we like it to be something macho. Like a “gluteus maximus”, or something that sounds more like a roman warrior that a Greek philosopher
For the past 3 days I had taught without much pain. Last week I messed up and with no sub my class had to be taught be the owner. I could not let the side down again today, beside I knew she was out of town, no chance of a sub at this late stage.
There were 14 in class today so I am glad a went. There was a new student too. She was a little older and more frail than my usual yogis. Sort of reminded me of myself today. She had knee pain, neck and back pain. It made me realize this beginner class is really quite challenging. It was a hard class for her. It is hard for the teacher too, in more ways than one. Teaching a flow class, even a beginner class, when someone is struggling is challenging. Do I stop and spend a lot of time with this one new student (all the others looking anxiously at the clock as we hold each pose for a lifetime) or press on with the sequence. The grimaces on this new yogis face told me this was not the class for her, but the language barrier between us made it impossible for me to communicate this. I did my best to balance the flow of the class whilst keeping her safe from harm. Little did she know I really did feel her pain today.
No one seemed to notice I was in trouble, which was good. I am going to have to rest for a few day. Take it easy kick back and relax, feet up, head on a pillow. Inevitably with an enormous cat sat on my chest. Why does he always sit with his butt in my face ? “Does it still hurt” Dawn asks looking at my squished face and hearing my shallow breath…. “only when I laugh”