My old bones creak at 37 years old
I'm finding out that stretching is incredibly important.
I know, who would have guessed. This is one of those things I've always known I should do but really could care less.
Because of this lack of stretching...I can't touch my toes. If I meditate for several weeks straight, my knees are on fire. When I try to do yoga, my downward dog is abysmal.
But then one day, about 4 weeks ago, I decided it was time to stretch out the old bod.
And damn if it ain't enjoyable. I move differently. I feel a sort of longevity in my bones. Like I have a new lease on life.
It's funny because we all have our version of stretching. Something we fundamentally know will help us and yet we don't.
Something quite simple and yet there is incredible resistance to it.
You can be like me and wait almost 4 decades to do it or you can catch it now. Make a decision and step into it.
What I'm finding is that the benefits extend far beyond my body. It actually changes the way I think, feel and act.
Next thing you know I'll start drinking water...