Pick Yourself Up, Dust Yourself Off: Massage

My first “entry” in the Pick Yourself Up, Dust Yourself Off campaign is a massage therapy session I had on Thursday night.  My cousin’s wife is a licensed massage therapist, and for a woman under 5 feet tall, her hands could (and probably have) make grown men cry.  In a good way, of course.

I tend to carry giant purses, and the bigger the purse, the more crap I seem to accumulate in it.  I’m like a mom who has everything at her fingertips.  Need nail clippers?  Got ‘em.  Hand sanitizer?  Right here.  Bag for dog waste?  Yep.  As a righty, I usually carry said giant bag on my right shoulder.  Well, I don’t do that anymore…my shoulder/neck area on my right side has been SO sore and tense for weeks, and between laying on a tennis ball with tears in my eyes and begging friends to dig their elbows into my back, I knew it was time to do something REAL to help it.

While my session was an hour long, she spent a lot of time on my upper back, and it HURT SO GOOD.  When I get massages, I try to employ my yoga breathing techniques to relax my muscles, and I think I was doing some full-on Lamaze breathing as she dug into my knotty shoulder.  I cussed a little bit as she “kicked my ass through my shoulder;” I think she squeezed some evil out of me.  I walked out feeling looser, greasy, and a little bit drunk.

Her room is so peaceful and has touches of tranquility in every little detail:



Lights, hot stone warmer


Corner of room

Lights in fireplace

I can’t believe I didn’t take a picture of her squishy soft table!  I was too excited to strip down and get all oiled up.  Wait, that doesn’t sound right…

If you’re in the Columbia area and are looking for a great LMT, I’ll give you her info…she’s FANTASTIC! 

So there’s the first nice thing I’ve done for myself in awhile.  What nice thing have you done for yourself lately?  Tell me here or enter it into the Pick Yourself Up, Dust Yourself Off giveaway!