Day 134- Get a massage

#61, Have 3 massages, 2/3

Tonight my husband was heading out the door to get a foot massage. He said he would be back in an hour. I was tired and a bit cranky and said, “Yeah, okay, good luck with your “massage”. I punctuated my sentence with air quotes and a silly face.

He said, “Uh… do you want to come with me?”

I said, “What? Oh… Sure.”

Foot massages are a great bargain here in the valley. You can get an hour long massage for twenty or thirty bucks. It’s not the Four Seasons, but it IS a great way to relax. I have a couple of pulled muscles (not an official diagnosis) which are causing me discomfort and I felt like I was twisted up in a ball as we hopped in the car.

If I want a cheap foot massage, I generally go to Happy Feet, but tonight we went to my husband’s spot. I was surprised to see how much it looked like a movie theater. (No wonder he likes it.)

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For the next hour a small woman pushed and pulled and kneaded me like bread. When she found my sore spots, she ground into them with her little fists and I saw stars.

When it was over, I sat up to leave and realized that I wasn’t a pretzel anymore. My limbs swung freely at my sides and my spine was a straight line. I hadn’t realized how stiff and achy I’d become.

My husband paid the forty dollars (for both of our massages) and I left tips and off we went.

Next time I’m going to request the girl that walks on backs… that should be interesting.

232 days to go!

 

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