This was one of my first reactions to consistent yoga. I had to share it. I wrote it years ago.
My pinkies are touching. They’re actually touching. A week ago I thought that was a joke. How could my pinkies touch lying on the floor on top of my own arms with my palms face down? They are like 8 inches apart.
Also it felt like someone was wringing out my arms like rags.
But today they touched.
It’s impossible to stand on a locked leg in all those crazy positions. On one locked knee? Impossible!
But it’s not.
Finally rolling into rabbit and understanding it for the first time, I felt a series of delicious small crackles in the right side of my neck. Almost like when the physical therapist adjusted it.
There used to be a shooting pain down my right arm. I felt it on the inside of my elbow. I felt it in my wrist. I felt it in between my first and second finger.
I haven’t thought about that pain in a week. Today I realized it was gone.
The very first time I went to bikram yoga I knew something was happening just from the pranayama breathing. I took in huge gulps of air with my nose and expelled it through my mouth, all the while leaning back to see the wall behind me and then looking straight forward again with the rhythm of my breath. After about 9 breaths, I felt my neck crack (pleasantly).
And then I felt relief.