#17

GET A MASSAGE

It seems necessary to begin by telling you why Friday was the perfect time for the massage. If you have read the posts up to this point, you already know that I was lucky enough to take a trip to the local ER within the last couple of weeks because I had a wryneck... AKA stupid spasm in my neck. You also may already know that I teach high school... mostly seniors. This is the point in the year where a large percentage of seniors get a horrific disease that renders them incapable of showing up for school, doing any work outside of class or being responsible citizens. This disease is called "senioritis." It is highly contagious and its side effects are so disastrous that it causes the adults around them to experience extreme loss of patience and intense fits of rage. Some adults have been known to get bald spots from ripping their hair out in frustration.

Unfortunately, I have been contaminated by the side effects of senioritis. Irresponsibility on the part of some of my seniors has led to concentrated doses of whining. The potency of the whines is so powerful that I felt one more day could cause me to admit myself to the local psychiatric ward. ;) Before taking such drastic measures, I decided to finally take advantage of a gift certificate given to me for my birthday.


The only time in my life I have gone to a massage therapist was Mother's Day 2003. My daughter was about to turn one and my Mother's Day gift was a day at the spa. My massage therapist then was a man and it was weird to have someone other than my husband put his hands on me. This time was no different.

Friday afternoon led me to Patrick's, a day spa and salon tucked in a little corner of a shopping center. I checked in with the lady at the desk, was given a fancy glass of ice water (with a splash of lemon) and escorted to a changing area. The lovely woman let me know that Greg was going to be my massage therapist. Surely, I heard her wrong. I kindly asked her to repeat herself. Lo and behold, I heard her correctly the first time. I was going to have a man for my massage therapist. At this point, I felt there was no turning back and I had a male massage therapist before so there would be no problem, right?

I met Greg and was led into the dimly lit room. It smelled great and there was ambient music playing as well. Overall, the massage was great. I felt refreshed and relaxed afterward despite the awkwardness of a strange man putting his hands all over me. I'm not even married now and it was more uncomfortable than it was the first time. Weird... Maybe I need to go back just so I can overcome that uneasy feeling.... haha

TASK #17... COMPLETED 2/20
Needless to say, I will not be posting any pictures to document this task ;)