


Yesterday, I decided to be a responsible adult and finally go back to Fly Stretching after a few months of glorious laziness.
It started off great—some light stretches, a bit of bending, feeling all graceful and flexible… like a majestic cat. But somewhere between "Oh, this feels nice" and "Wait, why am I seeing stars?" I realized—my spine was filing a formal complaint.
Now my back hurts. I sneezed this morning and thought I accidentally performed an exorcism. Lesson learned: if you take a long break from stretching, EASE INTO IT. Feeling good during the session doesn’t mean you won’t feel like a broken marionette the next day.
So yeah, I’ll be walking like a malfunctioning robot for a bit. Pray for my lumbar. 🙃