I thought I might be uptight about a stranger kneading away on the old bod, but I was relaxed from the start. The massage therapist was very professional; she talked to me first, asked me if I had ever had a massage, and then told me to undress to my comfort level. She came back when I was on the table.
She was very, very good. The lights were low, soft music was playing, and she did not talk except to tell me when she was going to do something other than massage . . . like stretching out my neck a little. I may have even fallen asleep.
That had to be the shortest hour I have ever spent. I was not ready for it to end.
I am going back next week! I can’t afford to do it every week, but I think I will do it every week for a month, then every other week, then once a month.
It was wonderful!
