Some big changes lately.
Extreme release of the lower back has freed my legs such that I can kick flutter kicks doing freestyle which do not take much effort at all. It's amazing how much less tension exists. It still takes a while to get back to this point, but it's been easier to reach each day.
Another offshoot, trying to apply the same relaxation and elongation of the lower back while running (which is much more difficult), resulted in the ability to run with a focus on the left foot and leg, almost as if left handed. This, in turn, freed deep knots around the right shoulder.
Last, at least last remembered, is a deep stitch in my right side that I am finding room to work with. It is possibly the initial tweak, as it is clearly a tangle of sorts from the right shoulder (the one dad pulled out) all the way into my core on the right hand side. I am not sure I have found how to release it, but I have at least clearly identified it, the first important step.
On to the new coincidence, . . .
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I'll keep it short as I need to be on my way to the pool, but-
Things advancing so much, so quickly, and the latest focus on both shoulders gave me the creeps, especially since it seems to possibly be the final focus needed, just discovered this morning.
Elongating the torso, trying to find the top of the shoulders (which on the right side, what should be on top feels buckled, cramped toward the back of the shoulder near the arm pit), I started oscillating both arms.
Not in a back and forth, pendulum type movement, mind you, I did it much more fluidly. Finding what I hope is the (real) top point, elongating beneath it, and then allowing the upper torso to push it forward and backward. The top going back and forth, what is under it follows, slightly trailing, then past the end point of the "top" portion of the shoulder while the "top" has started back the other way.
I knew immediately this was going to be very helpful, my arms moving like a slo-mo video of bird wings.
Then, it hit me. It's like Butterfly wings. Coincidence?
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When my kid was itty bitty, I'd do a silly thing with her. Aiding, no pretty much doing it to her, I'd flap her arms up and down while saying, "Flap your wings and you might fly. Flap your wings and you might fly." We'd both laugh.
Those words came back at me with a vengence this morning.