UPDATE ON THE LEG "INJURY":
Since Matt gave me the "go ahead" after he decided to poke and prod me to make sure everything was "cool" in there, I kept my appointment with my massage therapist (James) today.
Before my massage, I wanted to see what my range of motion was in my left leg. So I stood on my right leg and raised up my left leg and held it about 8" away from my left ear. So far so good. Not perfect, but it's getting there.
Then I laid down on the massage table and tried to do the side splits. My left leg was about 25° away from the full splits. VERY good. Much better than before. However this was BEFORE the torture
Being the sucker for punishment that I am, I figured I should get both adductors massaged, so that took up the whole hour. I wasn't sure I was going to make it
The left leg went much better than before. The right leg didn't seem bad, and I said "Hey James, this feels pretty good."
He said "I'm just warming you up."
I said "Oh. That's why it doesn't hurt yet."
He said "Yep."
Then he started going in deeper ... and deeper ... and deeper ... until I finally said "Oh my God -- that is agonizing pain."
It was FUCKING excruciating ... yet AGAIN. I thought I was going to
In between my moaning, groaning and incessant complaining (which most massage therapists ignore), James just kept talking about his antifreeze fluid leaking out of his car. As I kept lapsing in and out of consciousness from the agony of a deep tissue massage in one of the most tender spots on the human body

(not really -- it was more wishful thinking at this point), I vaguely remember him asking me once more if I was OK.
I said "Oh yeah. I'm just fine. How much longer?"
He looked at the clock on the wall, and said "15 minutes".
I said "Knock me out. I think I'll probably wake up in 15 minutes so you don't have to drag my body out of the room and lay it on the gym mats."
He just laughed. Mostly because he's a fucking sadist
But he said that my adductors/gracilis feel WAY better and that he'll probably only need one more go at my legs. Thank God ... I'm not sure I could do again, but knowing I only have to endure this one more time was actually a blessing for me. He said give it a couple of weeks, and don't do any heavy squats.
THAT WAS GOOD NEWS FOR ME
So I got home, iced it, and now I've got two more bruises on my mid-inner thighs. My legs hurt. But I think everything should be fine tomorrow
