I can no longer lie flat on my back on hard surfaces.
I discovered this a couple of weeks ago, while lying flat on my back on a hard surface.
I was on my rooftop trying to tan my still-pasty legs (IT IS JULY, LEGS. GET WITH THE PROGRAM), laid down on a towel, and realized that I couldn’t get up. This is a troubling thing to realize when you are six flights above the ground under the hot sun, and there is no one within shouting distance to help you. I solved the immediate problem with a sort of yelping roll to the right and a few yoga-ish poses on the way up, but I needed a way to deal with this for my next trip to the park/beach/roof.
THAT is a summertime lunch break, right there.