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March 15, 2010

i had my first massage today.
justin bought it for me.
as perhaps the first of many.

it’s a plan see-
to increase my relaxation skills,
or if you prefer, to
reduce my tension retention skills.
(those are highly developed.)

now i had a hard time relaxing during this massage.
but not for lack of effort.  i tried very hard.
it’s just difficult to sort of let it happen
if you are of an inquisitive and controlling nature.
because i didn’t know what would happen
i was given no information
just lay on the table and go.

so every minute,
whilst trying to be very loose and easy, free,
i couldn’t stop my mind from asking all the questions:

what’s that smell?
i wonder what oil/lotion she’s using…
holy cow she now murders my ribs with her elbows.
is she going to massage my whole behind?
i don’t really have tension there…
let us focus on the upper back/shoulder/neck area eh?
plenty of tightness there to last an hour.
is this a full body situation?
oop, now she’s at my legs, looks like it.
probably just all back half though right?
man, this face-hole is going to leave a mark.
i’m gonna walk out there with red splotchies.
that’s fine, prepare mentally now.
do NOT drool.
what’s she heating in the microwave?
stones? always thought that would be neat.
nope. towel.
eww…oh dear goodness, please let it be clean. fat chance.
surely everyone knows a skipping cd is anti-relaxing.
roll over?
okay…looks like it’s both sides.
oh no. this rice-bag thing on my face cannot be clean.
please don’t rub my belly,
i hope she doesn’t rub my belly,
i hope she doesn’t rub my belly,
…it’s happening now. should i tell her to stop?
no, no, let it happen, it’ll be quick.
completely weird, and unhelpful, but quick.
oh no! oil on my face!
argh. too late now.
she didn’t even really massage there.
that’s just cruel.
that will definitely bring out marks.
is she pulling my hair?
yes. :gasp:gasp:ow:
and again.
oh it’s over now.  okay.


then everyone wants my opinion-
was it a good massage?
i have no idea.
i guess i need to massage shop around.
get a feel on a good knead.
once i find one i like though-
i would much prefer consistency.

because today i could not  wait for it to be over-
not knowing what’s coming next
is only really fun for me in fiction novels.

i’ll shop around carefully of course,
there are plenty of things in mazatlan
that are pretty to look at.  lethal to buy.

case in point.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. March 15, 2010 22:50

    Same.Same for me!
    Us thinkers do not do so well with the relaxation.
    but… it Is much needed – so i guess we should be makin efforts to learn.
    it is the drooling.. and the ring-o-round-the-face that gets me.
    the ticklishness.
    ticklishness is NOT relaxing.

  2. Jenna Hege permalink
    March 24, 2010 12:35

    Elisabeth, I laughed very loudly when i read this post. I even read it aloud to Bryan, who thoroughly enjoyed it as well.

    We hope to visit you sooner than later. Maybe in the winter :)


  3. marmy permalink
    March 27, 2010 21:00

    never did that. nope, and you’ve just explained why. thanks.

  4. jill permalink
    March 30, 2010 21:58

    oh my, your a hoot. I find them most relaxing. Just trust they are supposed to be good for you and it will be.

  5. Julie Zook permalink
    May 29, 2010 20:32

    Hi Elisabeth! I’ve never posted on here before…but I was also laughing out loud because I’ve been through the same thing. I never did check to see if I had the red marks on my face…Mazatlán looks beautiful! Need any other translators down there? I’m out of a job (teaching Spanish)…trying to find my way in this world…don’t have a clue what I want to do…not even sure how to go about thinking about it. Just curious what kind of Spanish-y stuff I could do to help out in a ministry like yours.

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