Massage from heaven
11:10 PM
Friday 28:
I woke up with what felt like a hundred pounds of bricks on my body. I did not want to get up because of the soreness that persisted throughout my body. Even running seemed like a task that I did not want to do and you know me I usually am enthused about running. Because time was not on my side, I had to get up and get my run over with.
I did leave the pissing and moaning aside and went outside. The weather did not help seeing how it was 4 degrees after the wind chill. Yuck Boston. Evey time I run in this weather it makes me want spring that much more. Maybe that is the true beauty of Boston, you hate the weather so much during the winter that when spring comes around you cherish it much more. It reminds me of the saying that I just learned in Korean 구관이 명관(pronounce it gu gwan ee myung gwan) which means you don't know what you have until it is gone.
Anyway, I sucked it up and ran. Running down Commonwealth ave past Boston University the wind roared in my face. The wind seemed to slice through my 4 layers like a million hot needles through butter. After passing Boston University and running down Brighton street the pain started to wain as my pace started to pick up and my mind started to leave my body and travel else where. I like to say once my mind travels, it's gone. I guess that is a good thing when the weather is so chillingly cold. Luckily there are hills now to worry about more specifically the hill in Brighton on Washington ave. It isn't too steep but it goes on for .7 miles which is a nice hill in my book and when you get to the top it seems to decline the 4 miles back to house.
With my face turning redder and becoming a little numb, the prudential comes into sight on Huntington ave. I ran a consistent 7:45 which is a good pace. I will have to make a strategic plan for my marathon to hit my goal of 3:10. Furthermore, to tell you how cold it was that day, I took off my hat when I got home and it was stuck to my hair. It seems like there was icicles on my hair.
If you've made it this far you finally are in for a treat or hear about the treat I had. Earlier, I said that I was on a tight time schedule and what I had to do was get ready for a massage. Oh must I say it was the most wonderful thing, making up for all of the crap I had felt in the morning. At around 11am I rushed to Newbury street as I had an appointment at an upscale spa (gotta thank my clients for this). I hoped into a robe, waited for 10 minutes feeling not to bad now because of the nice atmosphere and the warmth. Cantaloupe and cucumbers waded through the drinking water it was that upscale. It was quite delicious. 5 minutes later a tall thin fair skinned lady walked out and called my name. I was curious to how this was going to go as this was my first massage. She asked me to take off my robe and what I wanted the massage to be focused on. I quickly shouted piriformis, peronials, calfs, quadriceps and my back and the masseuse started on my back.
I have to describe the setting of the room as well. It was dimly lit with candles flickering, a large wooden massage table with towels overflowing underneath it, and relaxing music. A wooden flute and a piano playing open airy major add 9 chords can lull a baby to sleep and clear your mind so you could imagine how I felt. I didn't say a peep the rest of the massage as it was the most relaxing experience. The masseuse skillfully rung my muscles of tension first starting in my upper right back moving to the left and down to my legs. I could go on for hours of it in detail but I will leave it as one word phenomenal. My legs felt like they were brand new.
Now I am ready to run my 15 mile run on Sunday.
I woke up with what felt like a hundred pounds of bricks on my body. I did not want to get up because of the soreness that persisted throughout my body. Even running seemed like a task that I did not want to do and you know me I usually am enthused about running. Because time was not on my side, I had to get up and get my run over with.
I did leave the pissing and moaning aside and went outside. The weather did not help seeing how it was 4 degrees after the wind chill. Yuck Boston. Evey time I run in this weather it makes me want spring that much more. Maybe that is the true beauty of Boston, you hate the weather so much during the winter that when spring comes around you cherish it much more. It reminds me of the saying that I just learned in Korean 구관이 명관(pronounce it gu gwan ee myung gwan) which means you don't know what you have until it is gone.
Anyway, I sucked it up and ran. Running down Commonwealth ave past Boston University the wind roared in my face. The wind seemed to slice through my 4 layers like a million hot needles through butter. After passing Boston University and running down Brighton street the pain started to wain as my pace started to pick up and my mind started to leave my body and travel else where. I like to say once my mind travels, it's gone. I guess that is a good thing when the weather is so chillingly cold. Luckily there are hills now to worry about more specifically the hill in Brighton on Washington ave. It isn't too steep but it goes on for .7 miles which is a nice hill in my book and when you get to the top it seems to decline the 4 miles back to house.
With my face turning redder and becoming a little numb, the prudential comes into sight on Huntington ave. I ran a consistent 7:45 which is a good pace. I will have to make a strategic plan for my marathon to hit my goal of 3:10. Furthermore, to tell you how cold it was that day, I took off my hat when I got home and it was stuck to my hair. It seems like there was icicles on my hair.
If you've made it this far you finally are in for a treat or hear about the treat I had. Earlier, I said that I was on a tight time schedule and what I had to do was get ready for a massage. Oh must I say it was the most wonderful thing, making up for all of the crap I had felt in the morning. At around 11am I rushed to Newbury street as I had an appointment at an upscale spa (gotta thank my clients for this). I hoped into a robe, waited for 10 minutes feeling not to bad now because of the nice atmosphere and the warmth. Cantaloupe and cucumbers waded through the drinking water it was that upscale. It was quite delicious. 5 minutes later a tall thin fair skinned lady walked out and called my name. I was curious to how this was going to go as this was my first massage. She asked me to take off my robe and what I wanted the massage to be focused on. I quickly shouted piriformis, peronials, calfs, quadriceps and my back and the masseuse started on my back.
I have to describe the setting of the room as well. It was dimly lit with candles flickering, a large wooden massage table with towels overflowing underneath it, and relaxing music. A wooden flute and a piano playing open airy major add 9 chords can lull a baby to sleep and clear your mind so you could imagine how I felt. I didn't say a peep the rest of the massage as it was the most relaxing experience. The masseuse skillfully rung my muscles of tension first starting in my upper right back moving to the left and down to my legs. I could go on for hours of it in detail but I will leave it as one word phenomenal. My legs felt like they were brand new.
Now I am ready to run my 15 mile run on Sunday.
