Okay, fast forward a decade. I'd dropped the yoga after a couple of years. Sheer laziness and apathy on my part. The focus sort of floated away. However, after giving birth to two children and raising them into post-toddlerhood, I was having some pain in various regions of my body. I knew the family arthritis was finding its way into an old neck injury as well as other spots. Again, I started my little 15-minute workout. Yes, 15 minutes! Even I had time for that if I chose to use my time well. Quite quickly, though not as quickly as in my younger years, I was back at it. Doing a heals-over-head "plow" pose was nothing. I felt great.
But, um, life once again interfered. This is my pattern. I decide one night I don't have time for that routine. Pretty soon a week goes by, then a month, then a year. Eventually, I'd completely – and brainlessly – given up this simple route to feeling better.
Spurts of yoga are dotted in that same manner throughout decades of my life. Finally, the hip pain reminded me that I was probably in need of some good stretching. I took out the old book to remind myself of the moves and began once more. This time, of course, was just a bit harder than all of my other times. But I stuck to it, and the hip pain disappeared. X-rays had shown some arthritis wear and tear, but nothing serious. The chiropractor had helped. But this was free. I could do it at home. And, more importantly, it worked beautifully!
Alas, I did drop it a few more times. Sometimes I need pain to remind me to be good to my body. Lately, I have started that simple routine again. I make myself put down the book I'm relaxing with in the evening and just sit on the floor. Then, I give myself permission to just do half the routine. Soon, since I'm at it, I finish it and then am proud of myself, as well as more relaxed.