My period swept in this morning like a tornado through the Midwest; strong and wreaking havoc every place it touches. If you could have seen me this morning before having any pain meds, you would have understood implicitly.
Needless to say, I had a hard time enjoying one minute of my productive work day. I did get a lot done, and I managed to not kill a single person. But I came hone the raging tiger who could barely move. I needed to get in my physical activity for the day. While we had been up, down, and all around the property at work, I feel like a cheater when I count that as my 20 minutes of movement. I considered a bike ride, but didn't want to mess with the clothes, the shoes, the helmet, the bike... it's a lot to coordinate. Then I considered a run, but I was afraid my uterus would fall out.
Out of nothing more than sheer desperation, I remembered that I had downloaded a 60 minute yin yoga workout from yogadownload.com several months ago, and then never even tried. Yin yoga = moving for lazy kids. It's all about slow, easy, long, super deep stretches and a very meditative mindset. Athletically challenging? Nope. But it is physical activity, and deeply restorative. It felt so, so, so good. I forgot how good it feels when I am kind to myself, when I allow the slowness to overtake me. It's funny, because in that slowness, an hour passes with incredible speed, and I find myself wishing that it would never end.