Holy Shit.
Graston Therapy.
Not so much fun. At the time, or after.
These are the Graston tools. My doc used the one second from the top.
Sort of looks like medivel torture devices, no? Well, that is also how it felt...

My entire inner shin/calf is a redish-purple bruise, getting worse by the hour (and yes, it has been 12 hours), and it HURTS.
Didn't make for such a pretty first real brick this morning. 16 mile ride, 1.5 mile run. I forgot how much I hate bricks. But at least it's not like last year, when my first brick ever was also my first triathlon ever. THAT was almost as much fun as this Graston crap.