Sore and Happy

Last night, I fell in love all over again with aerial, with my comeback, with feeling strong, and with finding a way to use EDS as a tool for the arts rather than as a condition. 

My first session back went so well. I learned a couple new skills and paced myself so that I am appropriately sore, and not in disproportionate joint pain. In fact, this morning as I wrote this, I felt myself engaging my core and becoming aware of my posture in a way that I had missed the last month away from aerial. 

All of my anxieties were so unfounded. My instructor was, as always, supportive and primarily focused on my safety. She even commented that I still look in shape even after a month off. My aerial friends were as excited to see me as I was to see them. I stretched effectively and lowered comfortably into my splits (yes, comfortably - EDS perks!) in a controlled manner. I didn't wear my back brace, I used my hand splints as always, and when my wrist felt aggravated I put on my wrist widget, just as I do every day at work. I made it through the whole workout with my normal amount of rest time, and allowed myself to sit out exercises when I felt too tired to safely participate. And most of all, I had fun while safely challenging my body!

I'm so excited to be back and looking forward to making some steady progress as I regain strength and learn new skills. 

In other news, my instructor announced last night that we'll be having a performance in June. This gives me a concrete goal to keep my motivation high! 

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