Holy crap it’s (pretty much) June. Not only is the calendar year half done, but I am officially six months through my year of doing tadasana/mountain pose. I started this in mid-December.
Time flies, especially when we’re in a pandemic and now experiencing much civil unrest due to racism and racist cops killing black people with impunity.
It’s been hard to be consistent. Our lives have changed suddenly and aren’t likely to return to the way things were in the “before times.”
I missed eight days, which is a big jump from missing only three last month. I have, however, been doing more than simply a minute of tadasana when I do yoga every day. Sometimes it’s a full sun salutation or two, occasionally it’s been a half-hour yoga DVD, and sometimes it’s been some poses that have also been prescribed to me as physical therapy.
There has been no change in my posture or pain levels. Healing chronic tendon pain is a slow process. Sadly.
I aim to do better in June.