Body of Work

Had my first professional massage tonight. (Hmm, that sounded dirtier than necessary.) Juliet does house calls and our live-in secretary is her usual client, but I wanted to give it a go, if only to see if she can get that knot out of my semi-sprained shoulder. After a bit of Tae Bo and a shower it was my turn under her knuckles.

As I lay on my stomach in my A.B.U.s I couldn't tell what she used to scrape the soles of my feet, but I did discover that my tuchus is ticklish. When she got to my upper back and shoulders she kept hitting that nerve cluster I associate w/ the Vulcan Nerve Pinch. I didn't lose consciousness, but wincing was the word of the day. She also had to tell me to go limp several times when she tried to rotate my arms or bend my head forward so much I almost kissed myself on the chest.

If the masseuse's goal was to crack my joints the way people crack their knuckles, she was only successful insofar as cracking my toes. And speaking of w/c the toe-pulling was my least favorite of her moves, but she was successful in treating my shoulder. Still, better lay off any plans to get back to weight training to be on the safe side.

Strangely enough she managed to make my calves feel like I've been walking on tiptoes all day. When I showered again (to wash the Efficascent Oil off) my skin felt tender, w/c wasn't surprising considering that she kneaded me like week-old dough. All worth it.