Athletic Recovery In Style…

Athletic Recovery In Style…

📅June 9th, 2014, 21:13

What does athletic recovery mean and what do we do here at Recharge? Thanks to our member Nick Campbell for this awesome write-up that gives you all the details!

What do you do when the legs are sore or fatigued, and you’re in the middle of an intense training cycle that’s only going to get more intense? 

I know: you wear your compression socks, you put your feet up, you try to sleep more, and you hope like hell that you feel better in the morning. 

That’s what most people do, because it’s all they CAN do. 

But what if there was a place you could go? A self-service kind of place that gave you a range of options, not to mention every recovery tool on the planet? 

Some might call such a place Fantasyland. 

In Bend, Oregon, we call it Recharge. 

The brainchild of Renee and Austin Baillie, this concept is so brilliant that it makes me want to bang my head against the wall. Walk in, pay a nominal daily fee or a monthly/annual membership, and go play.Virtually everything you could possibly need to force the lactic acid out of your body is located here.

For starters, they have a nice array of nutritional products, from Picky Bars to Pocket Fuel to Honey Stingers and much more…. they also have some homegrown Paleo Bars that hit the spot so perfectly after a depleting workout. 

Then there are the toys…pretty much every device you’ll need to coax your body back into shape. You’ll recognize some of the items here: medicine balls, kettle weights, balance boards, and more.

There are two devices in particular that deserve extra notice. One is the vibrating (!) roller; oh man, this thing is amazing. More stimulating than a standard foam roller, you’ll get much deeper into the muscle tissue. You should see the face of someone using this device; it almost should be done behind closed doors. 

The other toy is the white clampy-looking thing in the picture above, hanging on the black mat in the upper right. It’s called an R8 Roller, and it is simply amazing. Essentially a spring-loaded C-clamp with skateboard wheels, you open the jaws and put it where things hurt. Think of a stick roller that is fourteen hundred times more powerful and takes a tenth of the effort to exert force. The R8 is that good. 

Pure genius; I’ve worked up a sweat using standard rollers and without getting very deep into the muscle. This R8 does all the work for you….I can easily roll it across my quads and hamstrings with one hand. Brilliant concept: designed by Jeremy and Adriana Nelson in Boulder (friends of Austin and Renee), this device is possibly the single-best recovery aid I’ve ever used.

And then there are the NormaTec compression boots….

Yes, I know: that’s what certain industries call ‘the money shot.’ The bread and butter.

Many endurance athletes are familiar with these bad boys. Basically, it’s a blood pressure cuff on steroids; there are sleeves that will fit your legs, hips, shoulders, whatever hurts. You hook up an air supply from a control unit about the size of a lunchbox, and the boots cycle through compression and release, compression and release.

I cannot stress enough how incredibly effective these boots are. And relaxing, too: it is SO easy to fall asleep while getting squeezed by the leg sleeves. Then you’ll wake up feeling like your body is on the way back. Recharge even has a version that circulates ice water (the Game Ready) through the boots along with the compression; we call that “the squeeze and freeze.”


Renee, a professional runner, actually carried the boots while traveling and set up shop right in the middle of Newark Airport while waiting for a flight. Hey, we runners are used to getting funny looks shot our way…

The piece de resistance is at the back of the lounge. First, an infrared sauna that heats you from the inside out. More effective than a standard dry-heat sauna, the IR penetrates the muscle tissue more effectively with less dehydration.

Then, after a quick shower in the adjoining locker room, it’s into the tubs (Renee is sitting on the red tubs in the shot below). Cold and hot contrast tubs, side by side. I have a serious love-hate relationship with these two; the cold, while ‘only’ 55 degrees or so, will elicit every four-letter word in my vocabulary upon entry. Five minutes later, the move into the hot side is blessed relief.

I’ll typically repeat that cycle two or three times; after a half hour, my legs are tingling and alive. It’s an addiction, I tell you: my drug of choice. And as you can see in the picture, the lounging area can be a social hotspot of sorts. A person in the boots or the tubs is a captive audience, and it’s really nice to trade ideas and listen to the way other people train.
I would be remiss without mentioning the other huge benefit of Recharge, and that is the amazing hands-on repair courtesy of Austin Baillie. A former collegiate runner at UC Boulder (no further cred needed), he is a certified massage therapist who counts something like 25 Olympians as his current or past clients, including two-time Gold Medalist Mo Farah.

Austin is a master of leverage and technique: with my eyes closed, I’d swear he weighs 300 pounds and holds a grudge. He’ll go to any level you want, and HE WILL FIX YOUR BODY. I went to him with a calf strain and a marathon in seven weeks; three days after he worked on me, I ran 18 miles with no discomfort at all. The man knows his stuff.

After having opened Recharge just last August, their business has been booming. They are in the process of remodeling a much larger space nearby that will include all of the above plus room for cardio, yoga, etc… And they have licensed their business plan to a new location near San Francisco: some cyclists who came into town for a race fell in love with the concept and begged the Baillies to share their brilliance with the world.

I’ve told friends in faraway places about Recharge, and they practically cry with jealousy at the genius of the concept.

Sometimes I feel like I’m missing out on life. Then I go to Recharge, and everything makes sense again.