For Christmas, Darren gave me three one-hour massage sessions at Quantum Massage Works. It was my "big gift" and one that I had asked for specifically.
This was a big step for me. Until last month, I had never had a professional massage. At least not a full "take-off-your-clothes-and-relax-on-the-table" massage. Last winter, on a day when I was had a really painful knot in my back, one of the massage therapists at my gym gave me a ten minute massage in one of those chair thingies.
That short session was pleasant enough, but I couldn't really relax too much given the fact that we were in the hallway by the front desk with a constant stream of people traipsing past. I could only see their feet, but it was hard hard to shut the world out under those less than ideal circumstances.
As someone who has always suffered from anxiety, I'm exactly the sort of person who would benefit from regular massages. However, part of my anxiety has always centered around physical contact with other people. I didn't want intruding hands to brush against what my baggy sweatshirts were meant hide in the "chestal area."
Anyway to make a short story shorter, at the urging of my friend Going 40, I finally let go of that neurotic crap and had my first massage the week after Christmas. Ooh, baby!
As they say can happen with heroin, I was addicted the first time I tried it.
Counting the minutes until 2:45 this afternoon...