While I looked high and low for a blog appropriate picture of a person being quartered by a horse (England's Charles I, you were one sick, sick SOB), as you might have guessed there are none. But I did want to return to that imagery today, which I used last Friday in a quick post to update you loyal readers on the horrible, horrible things I did to my body last week. I've recently switched to a schedule with 5 weekday swims and 2 bike/run/swim triples, in an effort to get that pounding race day feel ingrained early. After a day off yesterday, I'm happy to report that this is not as terrible as it sounds, and that I actually think it might help me squeeze a few extra drops of speed out of my pre-thirty year old body while I still can :)
Will (our very insightful coach) was wise enough to point out that this new schedule was "going to hurt a lot Gered" and that I better make sure I did a lot of "self myofacial massage" to ensure my muscles didn't go poo poo on me from one week to the next. Huh? Well, saturday night, after the final exhausting workout of the week, I tried a little of this "self-massage" thing. While self-massage isn't my preferred form of massage, it did do a good job of loosening up some really tightly wound parts of my body.
Massage is designed to push the fibers apart and allow them to return to their elongated position (picture hanging the phone upside down and watching the receiver spin and spin and spin until the chord is one long piece again). See this picture of Brett for a good visual of what I am talking about
So, there's a happy ending to this story (did you really think I was going to make it all the way through a post on self-massage without mentioning one!?!). I feel great. And week two of pain camp isn't looking so bad anymore. Try it. I think you'll be happy with the results. The end.