…because I tried to take a photo of me on my new 55 cm ball, just like
Cranky (who is very mad at me right now, totally unrelated to backbends, and she should consider this link as an olive branch of sorts, or at the very least, a bit of ass kissing), but trust me, it wasn’t pretty.
I stood on my shins, put the ball behind my legs, and bent backwards over it. So far so good.
Then I tried to extend my arms back over the ball, armpits open. Except my armpits were having none of it. Whereas Cranky Tova’s arms reached gracefully back over the ball, my arms reached diagonally up toward the ceiling.
On the other hand, I felt this amazing, incredible stretch of my front – from my hip flexors up through my rib cage. The bad news is that it stopped there. The armpits won’t budge.
Like I said, it wasn’t pretty.