Last December when I thought I was about to permanently lock up, I broke down and arranged for a periodic massage, in-house because of my demonstrated inability to locomote safely after these things. That's not all I did at the turn of the year, but it's probably the best of the several I selected.
Last Saturday, I ran a 5K mud run called Rugged Maniac. In my case, it should have been called Ragged Maniac because I barely made it out under my own power, but I did, and that's what counts. It's good to know our limits, physical and otherwise. Next month, we'll do it again, but this week, Massage Man comes out to put me back together.
Now, before you get all bent out of shape about the expense, remember what a trip to a specialist physician costs. However, I have a card to write, and then I'm stepping out for a run. He can't take all the credit, but he's getting the larger chunk today, along with a card.