"Suck" means sigh in Swedish



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Lift stomach, lower tail. Lift stomach, lower tail. Lift stomach, lower tail.

This is my mantra. Every. Single. Day.

Except for one infinitesimal moment today.

When I worked as a sales rep I moved much larger pieces of equipment in and out of my van time and time again, and not once did I forget this golden rule. However, today I wasn't solo; I was helping another rep. And the model to be moved out of the car was the smallest version. I didn't even have to bend over. And I guess this was enough to make me relax...

The end I was supposed to lift just a smidgin' to help it roll over the ramp threshold wasn't even off the ground when I felt that indeniable tug in the small of my back. In less than an instant, I released my grip. I swore to myself and hoped that maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. Why isn't there a rewind-delete function for such idiotic mistakes? As soon as I returned to my hotel room, I pumped myself with Advil, took a hot shower, and sprawled out on my bed wishing for a miracle. But my well intended attempts to reverse the process were in vain; the damage, I knew, was already done.

Alas, I must grudgingly admit that the 4-day pause from my yoga due to travelling will undoubtedbly be prolonged. Which is just so freaking typical after having treated myself to three days of mindblowing, eye-(and body)-opening yoga for my teacher Josephine.

*SUCK*