Rapped knuckles

“Have you been foam rolling regularly?”

I shuffled my feet and tried not to make eye contact.

“Have you foam rolled at all?”

I ran through my options, and decided that honesty was the best policy.  I shook my head.  My sports massage therapist went over to the corner of the room and picked up a small foam roller.

“Take this on holiday with you.”

I nodded.

“And use it.”

I nodded again.

“Every.  Single.  Day.”

I’m stuffed.

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A Bradypus or Sloth am I, I live a life of ease, contented not to do or die but idle as I please; ... [Michael Flanders and Donald Swann]
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