Achy Breaky Parts

Sunday was my first rest day at my sublet where I did not venture outside at all. My bone-chilling trip back home from the Saturday show left me reluctant to go outdoors, even though there were periods of sunshine. In the early afternoon, I thought about going to a PWYC show but I opted out for two reasons. First, music recitals at The Music Gallery at 918 Bathurst can be phenomenal or a bit outre and this one (a sample-heavy set by Heraclitus Akimbo) seemed the latter sort. Second, if I was sticking to my budget then I had already spent today's allotment when I subscribed to TSN so my Mom can watch the Australian Open.

My other choice was to continue my Yoga inversion practice. But I didn't feel 100 percent in the best shape. Thursday morning, I woke up with some soreness in my left side. That improved with my daily morning session. During my Friday practice, it returned as I was moving into a headstand. I unwisely tried to push through, ignoring a core teaching to always listen to your body. The soreness became a sharp ache, perhaps a pulled rib muscle, when I went into the full inversion. So a full practice today focusing on these poses didn't seem prudent.

But the safer choice of scrolling on social media didn't prevent more aches. As I was fidgeting in bed, I realized there was a problem with my left shoulder. I couldn't complete some (less common) rotation and movement without feel pain and impingement. This was rather dispiriting since the point of regular Yoga practices was to have mobility, especially in your joints, not doing crazy poses. So I spent some time doing slow adjustments on that shoulder, trying to release the joint and creating greater range of motion. It also got me thinking that another downside of this unit (or specifically parts like the loft, the washroom, and the backyard) was its' inaccessibility for children, the elderly, people with health issues or disabilities.

Dinner was Mandarin fried shrimp ($13) from South Pacific. There were quite a few orders tonight since mine took 20 minutes to fill. A grandma was volubly greeting some regulars. She looked too old to be the "new" owner so maybe she was the OG from the 70s. I also noticed that there were no Asian customers. Because as far as unfussy food went, Pacific wasn't quite vibing with me like the old China Ocean.