It happened seven years ago, when I jumped into the shower right before my daughter’s first Mommy and Me yoga class. I felt a really bizarre shooting pain down the left side of my body. For a split second, I looked at my arm drooping against my side—it didn’t look or feel like it was my arm.
I immediately wanted to tell my husband—who, luckily, was home that day—that something weird happened. It felt kind of like my leg had fallen asleep. But as I tried to step out of the shower, I realized I couldn’t even lift it.
By the time I found my husband, I could move my arm, but my foot still felt the same. Then I got a massive headache. I’ve always suffered from migraines, but this was way beyond that.
At the time, it didn’t occur to me that any of this was serious. After all, I was only 36. I had a five-year-old daughter and an almost two-year-old son. I was much more concerned about getting to my daughter’s yoga class on time than I was about my health. And besides, I was really healthy. I had just lost 80 pounds of pregnancy weight by developing a style of barre class that I had started teaching; barre helped me get into even better shape than before having kids.