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January 29, 2006
Massage
More work, more stretching, more doctors, more physio and for the first time - massage (sports, not the relaxing type).
I wondered into my physio yesterday evening and met the masseuse, a fairly short thin vaguely wirey lady in her late 40's. I was ushered into the massage room in the back, complete with blinds on the windows and heavy drapes on the door. The conversation went something like:
> So Ed if you just get changed and get under the sheet I'll be back in 2 minutes.
- Ok, I've got some shorts (holds up pair of swimming trunks)
> Erm, well if you strip down to your briefs its a bit better, we use alot more oil in massage
- ok
> In fact if your comfortable with it its alot easier for me to work on your glutes if you strip completely.
- ok, thanks.
> So I'll see you in a few minutes, I'll knock before I come in.
So given that and about 116.5 seconds I was stark bo****k naked lying face down under a thin sheet and a thinner blanket, Praying that a) it didn't hurt and b) I didn't suddenly get an unfortunate attack of gas (not that I do, but these things have an unfortunate habbit of just appearing at the most inoppertune moment and knowing my luck in things like this, I'd be the guy it would hit) anyway, I'm rambling.
So there began 45 minutes of rather intense sports massage. At times I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or just pass out from the various sharp shots of pain and general ache from a woman probably stronger than Arnie in his hayday bending muscles, tendons and ligaments in ways that I'm sure they're not meant to go.
For the first 30 minutes she worked the back from my leg.. Everywhere. From low ankle *all* the way up to my lower back - often in one continuous move... certainly an experience.
Just as I was getting used to that relevation she asked me to tun over onto my back. Help!
15 minutes of quad work followed, no fig leaves in sight but thank god for the carefully positioned towel...
Post session I was sore, really sore, more sore than I think I've ever been. Although I didn't get it measured it was as close to 0* and flat as I thought possible. Certainly an improvement!
I've got more physio on monday and I might go for another message session mid-week.
85 cm of snow are forecast for the next week, I'm aiming to be on board ready for it.
As you may have gathered, My mental state is starting to suffer from not being on a board
Posted by edwardnorthridge at January 29, 2006 09:44 AM