A nice relaxing massage...

I’m quite well known for injuring myself in stupid ways.

I once bruised my hand with a Quorn sausage. I’ve also broke my fingers with a cushion. And then there was the time I smooshed my nose with a Vax carpet cleaner hose.

I'm pretty much well on the way to earning myself a Darwin Award. 

If things can go wrong...

This week I’ve managed to strain my wrist whist using the foam roller.

Yes, in the pursuit of easing pain I’ve managed to hurt myself. To the point where I can’t grip anything properly with my right hand, and typing sends zingy burst of pain through my wrist. 

So foam rolling is out. And I suspect an illustrious career as an arm wrestler is too.

To this end, I’ve been to see a physioterrorist. I say this in jest of course. Physios are expert professionals who take no pleasure in inflicting pain on their patients. I would like to believe.

The physio I have seen is lovely. Friendly and chatty, his innocent smile belies the skill in which he can induce some of the most intense pain I’ve ever felt. All in the name of rehab for the calf tear I’ve managed to cause myself in training.

Deep tissue massage HURTS. It HURTS A LOT. My calf is riddled with bruises, and I’m having to sit with my leg stuck out awkwardly so that nothing touches it. And d’you know what? I have a pretty high pain threshold. But I've been assured that it'll help. So I grinned (grimaced) and got on with it. 

Pretty much how I felt during my massage

So tonight is an enforced rest. Instead of my planned run, I’ve eaten curry and watched Pointless.

It’s not so bad really :)

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