Today was my massage appointment. One hour of pampering. It was fantastic. When I got home afterwards, JQ asked, "Why do you have that shit-eating grin on your face." I couldn't help but smile—this has been a long time coming. Just what my body needed. The spa didn't give me an option for a masseur when I called to schedule my appointment. It was with Megan. I'm not sure if the spa didn't have any males on staff or if it was who was open since I was requesting a specific time. Doesn't matter. She didn't have wussy lady hands. She started at my head and the last thing she did was my back. Awesome. My back is what needed it the most. Save the best for last. I tried really hard not to think about anything which proved almost impossible. I tried the counting technique that JQ and I learned at this Zen meditation group we went to once. It helped a little. I laughed to myself when she was working on my back because I couldn't help but think of that Friends episode about the massage. I think it's Phoebe who won't give a massage to Monica because she moans really loud. Mind you, I didn't moan—but I'm sure Monica would have.
I'm thinking 5 years is far to long to go between appointments. Next time I'd like to try the hot stone massage. I wonder if they're open tomorrow?