3 posts tagged “massage”
I can now say that I've been to my first massage therapy class. Luckily, my instructor seems much more knowledgeable than Dr. Nick of The Simpson's fame. He used to be a surgeon in Russia, before his family moved to America. There was of course the inevitable suck up of the class, but everyone else seems pretty "with it". There are only 6 other people in my class. I think the limit per session is 8. For some reason, number 8 didn't show up tonight, therefore leaving us with an odd number. We are actually practicing on one another, so it may throw a bit of a wrench in the classes if #8 is eternally absent. One guy showed up with his brother. His brother actually sat in the hallway for the 3 hr duration of the class. Little strange. When it came time for hands-on work, the instructor invited brother friend to join. We were told to pick our own partners, so I simply gave a nod to the student next to me, leaving the brothers to their own devices. The instructor made a joke and said the waiting brother wanted "the girl" (the girl being me, though there were others), so we paired up.
Ummm, ok. This guy was a little sketchy looking. He also had a very thick NY accent. My first boyfriend was NJ born and bred-from an EXTREMELY sexist background, so I've always had aversion toward true Northerners. I know this is completely wrong, and it usually only takes a few minutes to get over, but here is this random guy and I am instructed to massage his hand!??? He had the word "Truth" scrawled on the webbing between his pointer and thumb in a very unprofessional fashion. Okay, it looked like a prison tatoo. He was very nice though, and I'm sure he was quite harmless. At least now I can say "I have massaged the truth".
One more thing: my instructor was wearing this shirt:
I'm excited about the first class for massage training, but have a nagging fear that my instructor will resemble...
This morning, as I woke to the sound of my 7:30 alarm, the cheesier part of my brain spoke to me. Brain said, "today is the first day of the rest of your life". I was surprised that brain said this, because I'd never utter this aloud. For the past week when I first open my eyes, I pull back the red curtain beside my head to peak at the trees in our side yard. They appeared to be more lush/green/bright this morning.
First night of massage class is tonight. I'm really happy to have made a decision this early in life that will change my outlook/improve my quality of life. As I blew my hair dry, I thought about how much better it will be to clean up each morning to go give back, rather than take from.
