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I’m thinking it’s a sign that the tightness in my calves has gone almost completely away …
Okay, I’m not going to rewrite the lyrics to that entire song. But I’m curious if you sang it to the tune of the Postal Service or Iron and Wine version. If you said Iron and Wine, you answered correctly (as that song relates to this post anyway).
Last night, I lost my massage v-card. It was glorious. Though, the therapist spent most (at least 45 minutes) on the back of my right leg. And the remaining 15 minutes was spent on the left leg. I don’t remember the last time I felt this loose (that sounds so dirty). By the end of my session I was convinced that I must come back, and even got a subscription* (1 massage a month, which rolls over, 50% off massages past the first one). I’m planning to make this a regular part of my recovery process. I might even tap my doc to see if she can write a scrip for massage so I can get reimbursed for it through my FLEX dollars.
I went home and soaked in epsom salts, foam rolled everything I could imagine, drank a bunch of coconut water (extra potassium, couldn’t hurt, right?), drank a protein shake, and went to bed.
Today I am the opposite of tight. I feel like somebody rolled me out like dough, or rather, rolled my legs out like dough. The massage therapist said I might be sore today, but so far, so good.
Have you had a massage before? Sports or full-body? I have yet to experience full-body massage …
*the subscription was probably a terrible idea because we just found out our roommate *might* be moving out, which is kind of good because we’ve wanted to live on our own for a while, but it’s bad because it costs more, and if he moves out that means he’s failed at life, which is really, really not good.
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Hi there. I'm Calee (pronounced CAL-e). If that's too hard, just call me Cal. Also known as chimes or the chimes. I'm 28ish, a designer, a runner, a self-proclaimed fitness queen, a craftster, a foodie, a music snob — some might call me a hipster. Here's the unabridged version.
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