Massage!

I had a massage tonight. I have to say, when massages are good, they are blissful. When they are bad, they are merely relaxing. Today was my first time with a new therapist, I'll call him New Guy, one recommended by another customer at the spa I go to.

I'm a huge fan of massages. If you don't have a significant other close by who will touch you regularly, massages are the next best thing. The only problem I have with massages is that they are too short.

As a result, I prefer my massages at least 90 minutes long, two hours is preferable. At this particular spa, I had commented about another therapist who seemed to have a 60 minute routine in my 90 minute massage: the last 30 minutes were random movements along my feet, my arms and my head. When I made this comment, another client said, "OH! That happened to me, too! You need to try New Guy!"

So I did.

And it was great. Talk about muscle soreness. Talk about working out muscle issues. Talk about rediscovering an old injury.

I fell down the stairs at Jonathan's house a number of months ago. When I landed, I jacked up my left arm. Upside: not my throwing arm. Downside: I couldn't lift my arm higher than shoulder level. I swear, I hate those stairs sometimes. I've fallen down them more than once.

So, when New Guy was working on my rotator cuff tonight, I was confident my left arm would be looser than my right arm, and I was completely wrong. New Guy spent about 20 minutes trying to work through the unaddressed injury, without complete success.

That, and a large number of other knots are significantly less, though, so I think I've found someone who will suffice for a while. I wish Iria and Mike were available. Until I figure out if they are or aren't, I'll head to New Guy.