I went for a massage a while ago hoping to finally get some relief from the knots in my shoulders and neck. Part of me was hoping for a relaxing spa-like experience, but no. A thousand times NO. That was not what happened.
I am still trying to figure out how such a small person (we will call her Masseuse Mamma) was able to inflict so much pain. At one point, Masseuse Mamma grabbed hold of the knot in my shoulder and went at it with such determination that I had to stop myself from screaming, “Is it dead yet?!” This was after she slowly, but forcefully squished all the air from my lungs, leaving me with just enough strength to raise my hand in protest.
Then, just when I thought Masseuse Mamma was winding down, she began working on the muscles in my lower back (an area that was, at the time, completely pain-free). I’m still not sure if it was her knuckles, thumbs or feet that left the bruise there that I discovered the next day.
I’m beginning to suspect that this was my initiation into Fight Club….