I've hit that mid-training cycle slump where I hurt, I'm tired, nothing's funny any more and I can't sleep. Small slights become worthy of a three generation long blood feud, and even worse, I've stopped caring about puppies and kittens. And rainbows.
Fuck 'em all.
So I used a Groupon for a massage - usually these can be a waste of time at best, but lucky for me, the awesome masseur was a hiker and really knew where to put the pressure to get all the gunk out of my muscles.
I didn't even consider riding my bike the 7 miles to the massage place. Well, okay, I did, but dismissed the idea as silly as I'd be undoing any good of the massage right away.
One has a much different perception of traffic when one hasn't driven for almost three weeks. Sitting in gridlock with the A/C running, listening to music, not having to dodge doors and road debris. Awesome.
I got to the massage place, and met the masseur. We talked for a few minutes about where I hurt, and he got to work.
He used a lot of pressure and it hurt like hell while he was doing it, but I feel really great now.
Even the glute that's been sort of sore for a few weeks feels fine, and
the Achilles tendon's finally stopped bothering me, although I don't
think I can chalk that up to the massage.
I feel so good right now I'm not even dreading the hill repeats on the bike tomorrow.