I kinda glazed over mentioning this thing Tuesday:
The Thera Cane.
The first time I saw one, I had no idea what it was. I was staying at Carp's house for the Tour de Burg... musta been at least five years ago. Looked like some kinda clothes hanger to me. I saw it move around the room as if it were being used or getting in someone's way.
And then I saw someone using it.
Of course, when you see someone using such a thing, you think "lemme me try that."
It was incredible. The leverage I could get on points of my body without resorting to rolling around on the floor with a tennis ball was mind-blowing.
The Thera Cane I borrowed belonged Buck Keich, 2005 Single Speed World Champion and the best massage therapist I've ever shared a "flip and sip" moment with.
So fast forward, years later, and I've got these nagging back issues with some real pin-pointed pain between my shoulders. The massage therapist pulling me apart suggests that I get a Thera Cane...
"Hey, I think I know what you're talking about."
So, being desperate to get past this whole back issue and not wanting to disappoint the massage therapist with my obvious lack of follow-thru (like last time) while also wasting the money invested in the massage to begin with, I ordered one.
OMG. Where have you been all my life?
I've rolled on foam rollers and tennis balls. I've used heating pads and ice packs. I've played with people's (The) Stick(s)®. Nothing, and I mean nothing has been quite the pleasant surprise that the Thera Cane has been.
One of my biggest issue with riding a rigid single speed (esp at a stage race) is the knots on my back, similar to what I've been experiencing recently. This thing digs into them like nobody's business. Sure, it requires more effort than lying face down on a massage table. Still, I can comfortably sit on the couch and watch Jerry Springer while really working those painy parts (trigger points) with minimal effort due to the increased leverage the Thera Cane offers.
Check out the manual when you get a chance (ignore the awful drawings). This thing has more uses than a toaster oven, but is as equally disappointing as a microwave when it comes to properly reheating pizza.
It's the best $35 I've ever spent to take care of myself, which is kind of a theme I've got going for 2015. I'm not gonna get carried away (actually, I might have), but instead of pissing money away on a bike that I'm going to hate three months from now, I'm going to see if I can put it to some better use.
My well being. Maybe it's time.