The fun part about getting more active is becoming acquainted with muscles you didn’t think you had. Like, really. Like, you really thought you were a genetic anomaly because no matter how many sit-ups your sadistic gym teacher made you do or how many crunches you do at the gym, your rectus abdominis is apparently MIA. I’m 99% sure that the only thing keeping me upright and protecting my inner organs is a layer of sesame seed bagel.
But the second you start doing things? Yoga for example? You get real acquainted with every single muscle in your body, and you do so real quick. Can’t hold your cell phone to your ear without feeling like a thousand knives of fiery pain are stabbing you in the shoulder? You pulled the group of muscles comprising your rotator cuff! Hurts to sneeze? Probably because you’ve shredded your obliques! Can’t fucking walk? Maybe because you pulled every single one of the four muscles in your left quad! Apparently, I have a trapezius. How do I know that? BECAUSE IT GODDAMN HURTS. It’s like the Gray’s Anatomy of pain.
