When I saw that the fitness center was having a special on massages for the month of January, I knew the perfect time to get one – right after spring semester move in. I scheduled my massage for the morning after and didn’t give it anymore thought until I arrived for it.
Obviously, this is going to be a post without pictures. Massages are supposed to be all about relaxing and de-stressing and I’m pretty sure snapping pictures with my iPhone would have been frowned upon. I already think I’m on my masseuse’s shit list for having my phone on the table with me. (What? I was on call!)
Overall, the experience was wonderful and I would have just loved to crawl back into bed afterwards instead of going to my office. Below are some of my more…interesting…observations.
So you know how all yoga classes have the same CD of “relaxing” music always playing? My masseuse had a very similar CD. While the music was definitely more relaxing than say…Beyonce…I found myself paying WAY too much attention to the music. First of all, it’s not just music. It’s a mixture of Asian-sounding instruments, water flowing, and forest noises, like birds chirping. I spent a good amount of time thinking about that set up. One, I’m clearly not getting a massage in the woods, so why pretend? If I was getting a massage in the woods, I’d probably be concerned about spiders and bugs and snakes and birds pooping on me. Also, if I was in the woods, why would there be all these musicians in the woods with me? Just when I finally started to accepted that the ideal massage experience would take place in the woods with an entire orchestra present, the music changed slightly and started to resemble something from the “Titanic” soundtrack. The sounds of water were still present. Done.
The Clothing (or lack thereof).
Until I arrived for my massage, I completely forgot that you’re supposed to get undressed. This was my first professional massage – all massages done before this were those free chair massages during finals week and my massage therapy class at RIT. So the morning of my massage, I woke up and got dressed like it was any ol’ day. It wasn’t until I got in the room and saw all the blankets that I thought, “Oh shit, I forgot to shave my legs!”. I thought it would be really weird, but the masseuse left the room so I could strip down to my undies and climb under the covers. During the actual massage, the masseuse practiced some fancy blanket-origami so only the body part being worked on was exposed. This was wonderful, since it was January and I really didn’t want to get out from under the blanket at all. This also made it so the masseuse didn’t have to see the underwear that I picked out thinking that nobody would see it.
This probably sounds like a weird thing to notice, but I’m a weird person, so of course I noticed it. Part of my post-shower routine (also known as Towel Time) in the colder months is to completely slather my body in lotion. I then
sit patiently play on my iPad and wait for it to dry. Well, during my massage I also got lotion slathered all over my body. The major difference was that it wasn’t MY lotion. My masseuse doesn’t know my life. At the end, I still felt kind of slimy. Actually, the texture felt very similar to my cream blush, which was really weird. Also, my feet were the last area of my body worked on and right after I had to shove my sneakers back on, so my feet felt really gross all day.
Ideally my next massage will be part of some spa package at a resort, but until then this will have to do!