Pretzel
Last night I wanted to die. No wait, I wanted to die, get resurrected and then die again, for good measure. I decided to go ahead and book a deep-tissue massage with Charlie for last night. He had warned me that it wasn't the usual relaxing, smell-this-aromatherapy-oil-and-think-dreamy-thoughts kind of massage, but nothing prepared me for what happened. Never have I sworn so much and called out in pain so much in my life. I never thought my muscles were as tight as they were until Charlie worked on me.The good part is that I can feel the massage working, my body's sore but in a good way, and I feel a little looser. The right side of my back still feels like a b^%ch though, but maybe that's something that can be worked on for next time.
Next time? I must be insane.
posted by Cathy at
6:58 AM
1 comment(s):
i totally know the feeling...I went before finals in May and has one done. i bit the towel, squirmed, swore you name it I did it. Regardless of the pain the end results made it all worth it. After 2 days I felt like a millions big one's yo....
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November 15, 2006 7:48 PM
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