In the 11 months since I sprained my ankle, I have emptied the internet of all its secrets in the realm of ankle trauma.
Matt (Remember Matt? He’s been around this whole time but if he wants the spotlight he can get his own blog) teased me that it was overkill and obsession, but I learned a lot of things that I think helped me. Instead of summarizing my findings, since I’m not a medical researcher (I mean, by trade, I am a resident expert in all things googleable) I’m just going to tell you what worked for me. So if you have a lingering sprain that just won’t go away, read on.
Cycling 22 miles to Coney Island was pretty much a mic drop as far as this blog and my fitness life are concerned so I’m okay with the dramatic hiatus.
I am certain that questions of my whereabouts crowded web forums in similar style to chatter about Tupac’s disappearance. That is unless you follow me on Instagram. From my millennial-esque oversharing, you know exactly where I was. (#ButWhereisTupacREALLY?)
I am not a yoga person. Not regularly at least. Yes, I went to a yoga farm in Spain (photo below) and yes I spent a weekend at a yoga retreat. I loved both experiences. Quite plainly I am a “yes” person. You can pretty much ask me to do anything that requires a plane ride and I’m on board. This might lead some people in the direction of risky behavior. But for me saying yes just means more stretching.
I read all the hype the hype about Lyons Den Power Yoga, a hot yoga studio in Tribeca and despite my yoga class ADD, I thought if I could even like it a little, a yoga class would be good for injury prevention. Oh and generally mellowing. You read this blog. You know I could probably chill out a little. Let’s just agree to agree. View Post