SMoML: Recap
Fuck. why?
As I had hoped - and perhaps placebo’ed into existence - by my third week of daily (<=) hour-long stretching, I did actually begin to feel more limber. Not upon waking however, only upon a taste of the hour my body grew accustomed to. So, within 10 minutes or so I would feel the benefit of what usually took an hour. I’ve gleaned that my stiff areas are stiff for obvious reasons that only a cyclical, hourly neurosis of compulsory stretching might ameliorate. Or alternatively; better posture, less sitting, more moving, more sunlight, and more grace in my every movement.
A benefit of this past month - that a naive-er and especially stiff younger version of me might amount to daily torture - is an increase in my daily duration of mindfullness. A varaint of what is achieved through meditation, but something I still feel that mindfullness is the best name I could assign. The mindfullness I now recognize is mostly centered on the totality of the limbs and muscles that move you around, not just the single-joint movers.
I’ve all but abandoned the concept of me doing a split, at least in the time horizon where my eyes are set. I’m not sure what is funnier: the image of me doing a split in my head, or the sheer gonads on the lad who thought it was possible for me. I conclude, or postulate rather given the fortitude of my claim, that it would take ~6 dedicated months of focus on a split for me to do it. I’d find the impossibility funnier if I truly beleived it. But to that I don’t think anything is truly “out of bounds”. Much less a physical challenge that many less dedicated, albeit more talented, have been able to accomplish.
All in all, a month’s challenge well-executed. The goal wasn’t spectacular change, only incremental. And that was achieved (in my eyes).
“Tightness anywhere is explained everywhere, it’s just a matter of how patient the mind; how analytical the eye; and how willing the body”