I have a friend, who is quite a bit older than myself. About six years ago, we were in contact quite a lot. He was a good hobby rider, and had the best bikes and all of the best equipment. I remember one day talking to him about riding, and about sore muscles. He just looked at me and said ‘go for a massage’.
At the time, I remember thinking what a luxury that sounds like. How nice it would be to do that – to just say, you know what, I am going to do this for myself.
I have never been a big fan of massage. Relaxing massage to me to pointless. It is like being stroked to death. I am not a cat. Sports massage, well, I have had it a couple of times, and enjoyed the feeling that actually something was being done to my muscles. Something good.
So today, I went for a massage on my legs. the physio working on my “like old rope” knotted muscles. It was painful but good. A luxury I think I will occasionally afford myself. I mean, all of this is about looking after my knee, and that has to help right?