I am tight.
Not in the sense that teenagers use the word.
As in, "That Mrs. B is sooo tight!" (Translation: cool).
Although, I am.
My sister-in-law and I decided that we were both totally cool, and we always will be.
But I digress.
I am tight in the sense that I am a wad of shrieking, knotted muscles.
The extend to which was not fully realized until I decided that something had to be done about it.
You see, I (and my sisters...it's one of many family curses) carry all my tension in my shoulders.
It's painful, dammit!
Before Christmas I decided enough was enough.
So while ordering a Christmas gift for my daughter from Barnes and Noble, I also ordered myself a wonderful little DVD entitled "Yoga for Back Care".
It's all about stretching and relaxation and a little strengthening.
Except that once I got started it became painfully obvious that this tension problem is not isolated to my shoulders.
I can say with certainty that every muscle in my body is involved.
And I'm wondering how the hell things got so out of control.
One day you're young and limber, and the next day, bam!, your butt is screaming as you try to touch your toes!
But the program works.
I actually feel taller.
I sleep better.
I wake up less stiff.
Oh, there's still LOTS of work to be done here.
Physically and emotionally.
As the mantra at the end of the program tells me,
"Let go...let go...let go..."
I'm less tight, but still...
Sooo totally tight.