Tell Your Body to Relax...

A long time ago in a land far away, I went to a studio specifically for a yoga wall class. When the class was canceled for a period of time, something else quickly filled the exercise gap. Well, I still had classes remaining and I had a strong urge to swim and to practice yoga. This studio had a 7:30 class that would allow me to spend time in the pool and practice my asanas too.

Sharon tunes into the class when it's start time and wants to know if we have any requests. For some reason her question makes me tear up. Seriously? People need to start asking me this question more often so that I get accustomed to it.

Tell your body to relax; you're in control. Sharon certainly knows how to set a mood.

We do earth and sun salutations. I really, really dig earth sal's and I need to do them more often at home.

Towards the end of class we use the wall. I love the sensation of doing warrior one with my foot against the wall while holding a strap. Ditto for letting my sacrum melt into my mat while my legs are up the wall. When it's shoulder stand time, I keep my legs on the wall but I definitely want to work on my apprehension of being upside down.

When we get to savasana, Sharon tells us give yourself permission to get nice and comfortable; give yourself permission to relax. Everyone took her advice as she watched over us as we snuggled under blankets and our eyes rested under pillows.

Namaste...

The Massage Nazi

Three weeks after I send a text, she says that she might be available in two days.

I tell her that I might be there.

She also asked me to come fifteen minutes earlier than originally proposed but still saw me at the original time.

When it's time for the massage, the first place that she lays her hand on is my sacrum although her usual first point of contact is the back.

She has really strong hands and the first time that I received a massage from her, I knew that it was going to be special the minute she put her hands on my back.

When the massage is over, she moves from my head to my side and gently touches me. When I open my eyes, she flashes a 100 megawatt smile, tells me to take my time and that there's no rush.

As I put on my shoes, there's a knock at the door.

Me: Did you think that I had fallen asleep?

TMN: I was like she took me seriously.

She changes the sheets as we chit chat and she tells me how much the session will be.

I hand over the dead presidents.

TMN:I like it when my clients pay in cash.

The Massage Nazi knows what she wants and she also knows how to start and finish a massage...