Ouch, That Hurts

I think I over-did it slightly on the bike this weekend.

Instead of my usual route up and down the Manhattan bank of the Hudson River, I did something a little different. I left my house and went up to the George Washington Bridge, as usual. But halfway back from the bridge, I diverted from the riverbank and headed up to Riverside Drive.

I should add here that going from the shore up to Riverside Drive at 125th Street (which is where I did this) involves going up a hill that appears to go straight up.

Once at the top of the hill, I found myself at Grant's Tomb (Who's buried in Grant's Tomb?) and the owner of two legs that had turned to jelly (for some reason, I'm reminded of Peter Graves and Kareem Abdul-Jabaar in Airplane!).

The good news was that it's basically downhill for a mile and a half from that point.

The bad news is that I did it again the next day.

So my quadriceps are just a bit techy today. So I go to a local Qi Gong massage place to get them worked on. And they worked on them. But here's the thing. What really needed work were my calves and lower legs. But I didn't feel it.

Well, at least I didn't feel it until they started getting worked on. And then I really started to feel it. Oh my god did I start to feel it.

Which leads me to my next question: why does massage feel so good?