
Upon hearing my tale of woe, Claudio responded with, 'That's not right, it shouldn't be doing that.' Apparently I should be better by now and the fact that I'm not means that I'm still out of balance. Thus began an hour of pain. First he poked my hamstring in various places and determined that the ache is in the biceps femoris (but I could have told him that). Then - and look away now if you're of a squeamish disposition - he stuck his fingers between the muscle strands of the hamstring and scraped them down the muscle to break up any adhesions. Over and over again. It felt like he was dragging a spike down my leg but it could have been worse; some osteopaths use an implement like a crochet hook to get even further between the muscles.

By the end of the day, however, I felt like I had been beaten from the waist down with a stick. Claudio said no exercise tomorrow at the very least in order to give my muscles a chance to settle into their new positions. That won't be a hardship if I still feel like this. I'm sure that the soreness will wear off soon...just in time for my next sports massage with Adam. Woo hoo.
You're very brave! I would have run away or at the very least been waiting for the camera crew to jump out to tell me it was all a joke.
ReplyDeleteI did check that this wasn't going to end up on YouTube...I'm not sure that 'brave' is the right word. 'Uninformed' possibly captures it better. If I let him do it again, that will be brave!
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