I got to see one of my favorite people in the world today... the gal that works on my legs. She is really good at her job. Painfully good. She said "you're gonna be sore for a few days".
I'll take her word on it.
After her voyage to the bottom of the sea probing that left me on the brink of laughing tears and farting, she determined that my left ass cheek muscle isn't firing and that is what has made me such a one dimensional runner.
She is a professional so she really didn't say "ass muscle"... but she pointed to an ass muscle on the chart that hangs on the wall.
Massage therapy is a real treat. It is the most self indulgent thing I've ever done, second only to having a blog.
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that's neat. How did she determine that the muscle actually wasn't firing?
I didn't know a muscle could fire. I know they can feel like they are on fire. I described the symptoms to her and after digging in she determined that this is the problem. This muscle doesn't work and it causes the strain of the supper quad attachment and hamstring. It was great to see her!
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