I had a massage this afternoon. I've not had one for a while, mostly because my 'massage money' had gone towards physiotherapy for the last few months, in an attempt to sort out a lingering arse strain.
Lingering is the word for this injury. It was done in the gym over six months ago when my foot slipped on a mat at the gym and everything went ping. Sure, I can walk, and go to the gym, but there are things, like squats and deadlifts, which I can do for a while, then things start to hurt. Then some strange knee pain started. My knees are pretty good normally. The pain is sporadic and localised. And because my body's compensating for the injury, my lower back is all tight and just not fun.
Also, doing bodywork for as long as I have, you get to know all about how your body compensates for injuries. When I busted by bum years ago I had 18 months of strange aches and pains. At least this time I've got physio working on things, and I'm doing the exercises - and it is improving.
Anyway, tonight, as a bit of a pre starting work treat, I went back to my massage therapist, who I haven't seen in months.
He spent 45 minutes on my back, paying particular attention to my lower back, hips and glutes. As he said, it's all a bit messed up down there.
It's now feeling a lot better.
But I'm really sleepy. Massage makes you sleepy. Really sleepy.
Yep, after an hour of massage just makes you want to sleep. Lots of water, lie on the couch, listen to the rain, watch The Celebrity Traitors finale (current guilty pleasure).
Typing this is hard.
Night.
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