When pain is not pleasure...how rare for me

So, night before last (I was going to mention this yesterday, and then in a moment of clarity and proactivity?...word?...it is NOW...I realized that I would most likely have nothing to say today, because my life has become nothing but BodyPump and boring people with BodyPump talk, and I'm really trying very hard not to do that last thing so that I can fool you all into thinking there is more to my life than that, and...I've kind of lost my train of thought here, and I'm pretty sure this has become a run-on sentence worthy of a Blue Ribbon, or at least an Honorable Mention, so without further ado, back to my story), my husband and I were getting our bomp-chicka-bow-bow on and, not sure how, I ended up in "Child's Pose."

Familiar with yoga?

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Often, after hanging out in Child's Pose for a bit, one sometimes goes into a shoulder stretch, accomplished by "threading the needle," which is to take one arm, palm up, and slide it under the other arm.

I need to back up a bit and provide what will be some important information. I have some kind of nerve thing in my left arm. If I put that arm in a few certain positions, that nerve tweaks along the area running between my biceps and triceps on the top. It hurts and feels icky all at the same time.

Alright, back to the story. I was in Child's Pose, with him behind me, and because my left hand is the one responsible for most fine motor activity, it was the lucky one tucked under, albeit in a different direction. Threading a different needle, if you will. You might say that we were both threading my needle when *TWANG!!!* the nerve got plucked.

My right hand instinctively reached under to grab my left arm, and I yelled a muffled "OW OW OW!" because my face was now smooshed into the mattress, seeing as there was no support from either arm. So the result was bomp-chicka minus the bow-bow because we both started laughing, and while I'm a fan of certain kinds of pain, that isn't one of them.

We will not be adding Child's Pose to the list of positions from which I cannot choose a favorite.