I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge the awesomeness of my Massage Therapist, because, I mean, I try not to curse too much on here, but f— ok — DAMN, WOMAN.
In the midst of last week’s SD postmortems, my massage place called and said Massage Therapist wanted to let me know that if I wanted my usual 90 instead of the 60 on Friday (which the front desk had told me was her only availability between SD and SF) she could rearrange her lunch break. Because she is awesome, of course.
So Friday night, the least relaxing but possibly most productive massage session I have had in recent memory. We got deep into the calf muscles — all of them — and after a follow up epsom soak and Saturday off completely, I went ahead with the Valley Crest Trail Half.
For Valley Crest, I taped the left calf, wore the green compression sleeves, and ran in the new orange trail shoes. I am pleased to report that I had no calf issues of significance, only the normal I just did 13 miles with 1700 ft elevation gain kind. To be fair, I was fun-running it, just going by feel and not pushing anything, but under the circumstances, I think it was appropriate to be conservative.
Afterwards, I felt like I could have gone longer or run again in the afternoon, also a good sign. So Monday I took the new treadmill shoes over to the gym. Normally I would do 7-8 miles on Monday, but again, to be conservative, I split the run and did 4 miles Monday night and 3 miles Tuesday morning. Again, no calf issues. Normal muscle fatigue, but no issues of significance.
Given the indisputable effects of Friday’s session, I called my massage place to see if, by chance, Massage Therapist had any cancellations for her Tuesday or Wednesday. She did not, but a woman she has recommended to me as a back up had an hour opening. So 60 minutes with, we’ll call her B, 45 of which were deep muscle sports massage on the calves and hamstrings. Again, DAMN WOMAN. And I don’t use that phrase lightly when it comes to massage. I am a deep tissue girl with a wide variety of massage treated issues. When I say damn, I mean damn in the are you drilling my tooth without a numbing agent kind of way.
Shit has been cleared out. The legs have been equalized and neutralized. I am now taping both calves on days with lots of walking, as a precaution. Fourish road miles early Thursday morning, and then nothing (ok, maybe some yoga) until Sunday.
And then, if things go as I hope, I know two ladies who will be receiving some kind of awesome gift cards, because, really, without them, my calves would not be what they are today.