Note to self: when trying to explain/convince why massage therapy is essential to training and worth the monthly expense, do not call it a “massage.”
To the non-athlete, muttering such words conjures the image of candles, aromatherapy, dim lighting and pure relaxation, not the deep tissue work that hurts-so-good and is necessary preventative care. Trust me, it’s just not going to fly. Instead, call it “sports therapy” an explain that it’s an injury prevention tactic that is required. Coach’s orders.
This past week I went to my first “sports therapy” session at a chiropractor’s office (note: NOT a spa) and HOLY-WHYDIDNTANYONETELLME-AMAZING. ART is great because it focused on my injured area, but “sports therapy” works the entire body and the therapist discovered things about me that only I would know.
Why yes, yes I have the death grip on my bike and that’s why my elbows hurt.
Why yes, yes I have been swimming a lot and I had no idea my rotator cuffs were so tight.
Long story short, find a reputable sports/massage therapist at a medical center (not a spa) and watch what happens. I’m already excited to go to my next appointment.
I guess I should recap my week now. Here we go!
Mon., 5/7: Overslept…um…rest
It happens. Moved my workout to Wednesday, which was supposed to be my real rest day.
Tues., 5/8: Run/Core
Tuesday are usually for intervals or hills, but with my hip issues, I wanted to ease my way back into running so I did short, slow run of 5.6 miles. No pain during the run (yay!), but post-run “stinging” ensued.
I crunched the core with the Nike Training Club app post-run.
Wed., 5/9: Swim
The open water may have me beat at the moment, but I’m going to own the pool, dammit. I looked over and saw some nearby swimmers doing their “look-at-me-I’m-faaaancy” flip turns and I thought, what the hell, I’ll try. It may have looked like a drowned cat flipping in the water, but I did it and continued to do flip turns for 2,600 meters. Small win.
Thurs., 5/10: Cycle
I finally got around to replacing my Garmin wireless sensor on my bike, well, Chicken Face finally got around to it, and I was able to train again with my cadence in mind. It was a sweaty, disgusting, perfect mess.
Fri., 5/11: Run
As I’m easing my way back into running after a couple weeks off, this seven mile run was short, but still trying as my heart rate was all over the place despite my level of perceived exertion. I came home frustrated, but know it’ll be fine. It always is.
Stayed nowhere in these zones. It was a sad mess.
Sat., 5/12: Long Ride/Run
54 miles on some brand new courses with a lot of hill climbing was not only welcome, but made me fall in love with cycling even more. I tested out a new fueling strategy of trying to get the majority of my calories from liquids and it mostly worked: CarboPro, Iroman Perform, ClifBloks and water. It’s still not even close to perfect, but I’ll be sure to share as soon as I find something that seems like a winner.
The most genius idea I’ve learned yet: directions on your bottle.
Sun., 5/13: Open Water Swim
My mom and sisters were in town for Mother’s Day and we pretty much fawned over my little sister’s new puppy the entire time. I’m sad to report that Lola and the new puppy did not get along, well, Lola pretty much wanted nothing to do with her. What a diva!
I closed out week 23 with:
8 hours and 23 minutes of training (a really low week – almost felt guilty about it):
4,155.7 yards swimming
69.3 miles cycling
12.6 miles running (stupid hip)
30 minutes strength training
So tell me, do you go to a massage/sports therapist regularly?