Something Like That
Although I’m moving forward with the blog, there are bound to be occasional backwards glances at Western States over the next several weeks – one of which is the subject of today’s post …
Actual exchange between me and the massage therapist that my awesome wife hooked me up with two days after my completion of the Western States Endurance Run …
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Therapist: So tell me your situation – what can I help you with today?
Me: Well, I spent most of the weekend running on trails up in the Sierras, and I’m pretty sore now.
Therapist: OK … so what are you, training for some kind of marathon or something?
Me: Um … yeah. Something like that.
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And later, after the massage was over …
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Therapist: You know, something happened during that massage that I took as a compliment.
Me: (immediately thinking to myself, “Oh crap – did it move?”) Really? What?
Therapist: You fell asleep during the massage. That tells me you feel very relaxed with me.
Me: Oh, right. You betcha.
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I’m fully aware that in both of these exchanges, I could have taken an extra 30 seconds to explain my situation in a way that would have clarified things a bit better … but honestly, I just didn’t feel like it. It’s not that I ever mind talking about my running – but the thought of triggering another “Wow, you’re crazy!” discussion at a time when all I wanted was to chill out was more than I was looking to deal with. Sometimes, things are simply best left unexplained.
On the plus side, it was a nice massage - and I'm fairly certain that it DIDN'T move.
Actual exchange between me and the massage therapist that my awesome wife hooked me up with two days after my completion of the Western States Endurance Run …
*
Therapist: So tell me your situation – what can I help you with today?
Me: Well, I spent most of the weekend running on trails up in the Sierras, and I’m pretty sore now.
Therapist: OK … so what are you, training for some kind of marathon or something?
Me: Um … yeah. Something like that.
*
And later, after the massage was over …
*
Therapist: You know, something happened during that massage that I took as a compliment.
Me: (immediately thinking to myself, “Oh crap – did it move?”) Really? What?
Therapist: You fell asleep during the massage. That tells me you feel very relaxed with me.
Me: Oh, right. You betcha.
*
I’m fully aware that in both of these exchanges, I could have taken an extra 30 seconds to explain my situation in a way that would have clarified things a bit better … but honestly, I just didn’t feel like it. It’s not that I ever mind talking about my running – but the thought of triggering another “Wow, you’re crazy!” discussion at a time when all I wanted was to chill out was more than I was looking to deal with. Sometimes, things are simply best left unexplained.
On the plus side, it was a nice massage - and I'm fairly certain that it DIDN'T move.
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17 comments:
Some kind of marathon, some kind of monster...it's something like that, right? Even though I haven't done 100 miles, I can understand the desire to just chill and not have the whole "conversation" about your miles. Great idea for the massage - you do have an awesome wife!
OMG. I'm totally laughing out loud.
I am beginning to see that in the general population, there is a very small percentage that know anything about ultra-running.
I think you've made reference to it before, but sometimes it's easier to just keep your mouth shut and avoid further questions and accusations. ;)
I bet that massage was nice! I know what you mean about explaining the running stuff. It's an amazing story though, but I can understand not wanting to get into it. Enjoy your continued recovery! :)
Hehe..that's pretty funny :)
Thanks for the laugh!
I'm that same way most of the time. I'd rather not get into talking about ultras and such. My runner gave me a gift certificate to a massage place. Mighty nice of her, maybe I save it until a week after Headlands Hundred.
I fell off the couch laughing when I first saw that episode of Seinfeld! A 100 mile race is daunting to say the least, but it's enticing....
Probably a good thing you didn't also mention you fell asleep in your dentist's chair once too.
that's the test... if it moves. Congrats on the big weekend!
For your information, you got me busted reading this since I snorted in laughter, while I was supposed to listening during my stupid, boring conference yesterday.
Thanks a lot. Now they are asking me questions
it's embarrassing when IT moves. even MORE embarrassing when the massage therapist is a guy.
not that i'd know or anything.
Like Jo Lynn and Rick I now resort to just saying that I run a bit, life's almost too short to go into detail!
funny!
Hahaha, one can hope, right?
Must be weird being a guy sometimes having to worry about those things =).
I love your response "something like that."
I would think that falling asleep could be a very dangerous thing during a massage.
You need "Go read the blog" cards when you don't feel like fleshing out the story.
You're so funny!
You must have a really nice casual massage. When I go to those ART massages I feel like I'm going to lose a limp or two.
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