Who in their right mind would pay for a massage that inflicts serious pain and torture on the muscles? Ahem. I am not in my right mind.

Winter training has caused my muscles to coil up into a very tight ball of tension. I went to the massage therapist that some guys on my bike team recommended. I don't want anyone to work on me that is trying to make the experience all fluffy and zen. Instead, I want someone who isn't afraid to hurt me. And I received what I asked for. For an hour I was grimacing with pain while he made each muscle in my body cry for mercy. My hamstrings were the worst, if they were any tighter they would have snapped. He also attacked a knot in my neck and one in my back, and at the time I thought I might fall off the table and curl up into a little ball on the floor.

Needless to say, I am sore today.