I felt like a wet noodle yesterday.

After a week of dousing rain and cooler temps than normal for July, we got hit big time with a furnace blast. 88 degrees and humidity north of 100% I think. 🙂 I rode my bike Tuesday, continuing a ride I got rained out on Monday. When I was done about 20 miles and 60 minutes later I was drenched. And limp.

But the best was yet to come! It was something I had been looking forward to for over 2 weeks.

A massage.

Deep tissue on the lower half which felt painful and yet divine after riding. And a regular massage on the upper half.

When Meghan was done I felt like a wet noodle…but strangely energized also. All that garbage (acid) was out of my legs. She found a few knots in my back near my shoulder blades and hurt me rubbed them for a few minutes to break them down. For one solid hour I did nothing but relax, be “pampered,” and chat about her family and soon-to-come son.

It is easy to have the wrong idea about a masseuse. Don’t listen to the lies. Meghan is really good and gives a lot of credibility to her profession. There is nothing sordid about a reputable therapist, and I’m so glad I was able to convince Jo of that. This was my third visit to her.

It was nice and relaxing.

It was nice not having an agenda. No access to a phone. And the feeling of Aaaaahhh that follows is one to treasure. It is too bad we live lives which are often full-bore without any reprieve. We have a definite need to slow down.

I have only one complaint: why did she have to quit after an hour?

Ever had a massage by a licensed therapist? How did you feel?