The nice lady folded my left leg just north of my right ear. My hip flexors wept. When at last she let up, relief surged through my hamstring and calf and several other muscle groups I hadn’t been aware of before today. Something else I was made aware of: my body is largely defective.
Defective isn’t the word that the nice lady, Diane Waye ofStretching by the Bay, used. She was more tactful and technical, explaining the deficiency of my myofascial structures. But the point stands. My self-care regimen had long prioritized strength and cardio, while flexibility limped along as an afterthought. As an otherwise fit 42-year-old, I had the range of motion of a sycamore.