Who doesn’t enjoy a great massage? Only those who have never had one, I’m convinced.
A couple of weeks ago I had an appointment with the little girl who waxes the hair from my face. I think of her as a little girl, but I think she’s 28 and probably wouldn’t appreciate me calling her that, still, I say it with utmost affection. She is amazing, has been doing my waxing for at least 3 years and I get lots of compliments on my eyebrows, which use to seem weird, until it kept happening . . . now I just tell Natalie (the little girl) she’s pretty damn good.
The day before my appointment the spa called to confirm and told me they had some changes in the grand schedule for Dosha and had a couple of massage openings if I was interested. I hesitated, because I was doing the waxing on my lunch hour and while I have great flexibility with my job, I knew Natalie was going to take up 45 minutes. A massage would add an additional hour, not to mention the time it would take me to undress, redress, etc. During my hesitation, however, she said “I can offer you an hour massage at 50% off.” She had me then. Hook, line and sinker. The only thing better than the phrase “50% off” is “75% off,” or “free!”
She set it up to immediately follow my time with Natalie and in my head I imagined the whole time away from my office would total 2 hours 5 minutes. Fifteen minutes to walk there and undress; 45 minutes for the waxing; 60 minutes for the massage; 15 minutes to redress, walk back to work and act like I cared about what was going on, after having a massage. Two hours, fifteen minutes. Definitely doable!
As I got ready to hang up with the scheduler from Dosha I asked who would be doing the massage. “Brett” was the response. “He’s amazing, been with us for 6 years.” I looked for his picture at Dosha’s internet site but didn’t see him. No biggie. I’ve paid for many massages. It’s a requirement, as I see it, as a long distance runner, to treat my muscles regularly to TLC in the form of a massage. In the 2 ½ years I’ve been running and getting massages I have never had one by a man. No particular reason, it’s just never happened. I’ve had great massages and I’ve had terrible massages. All from women. I was curious about Brett and of course, because I like to worry about stupid stuff, I worried that he would either hurt me or be afraid of hurting me and not press hard enough. Yep. I told you, stupid.
I got to Dosha early, which is to say I walked faster than usual. I changed out of my clothes into the little Dosha robe and slippers, feeling instantly like I was on vacation, even though it was really the middle of my work day. I sat in the low lit waiting area in the comfy chairs eating cranberries and almonds and drinking bottled water. Is there anything better than a good spa? I think not. Dosha rocks fellow Portlanders. If you aren’t going there – go now, immediately!
Natalie came and got me, did her magic and finished early, which meant I got to sit back in the low lit waiting room, listening to Enya (or someone like her) and waiting for Brett to come get me. He did within 10 minutes and we did our little initial massage talk. My regular spiel is “I run, I run a lot, hit my whole body, hit it hard, but put extra focus on my legs.” He listened, said he understood and after I picked the relaxing fragrance of my choice, he went to work.
He worked my whole body quite hard and when he got to my legs I thought the test was about to begin. He made the normal, what I’m use to, pass over my right leg and as I got ready to mark “fail” on the score card in my head, he went back and put some serious focus on my calf muscles. It hurt and he was relentless. I was afraid I was going to make a noise that would indicate the level of pain I was experiencing but I bit my lip and refused. It became a battle of will. Because truthfully I was loving it. When he stopped with that he bent my leg at the knee and then lifted it, stretching out the quads and hamstring – this is the move that endeared me to him forever. I literally thought I was going to cry or pass out, but again refused to give in to his torture and when what seemed like 10 minutes of this stretch (which probably was not more than a minute) passed and he put my leg down I rejoiced inside because it was THAT good. Really good. Like best sex ever good. Seriously. And oh how my heart sang when I realized he still had to do my left leg!
When it was over I knew I would be hard pressed to ever pay another person to give me a massage. I will do it, of course, when I have to. On vacation, out of town, you know, when it can’t be helped. But they will all be compared to Brett and I hesitate, but not long, to say they probably won’t be able to meet my ridiculously high expectations. Brett has ruined me, but in the very best way ever.
After he was done with me I redressed and walked myself back to work. I hurt in the best way and I was in a really great mood. When I got back to the office I proceeded to call Dosha and schedule massages with Brett to follow my next two marathons, as well as my next two 20 mile runs.
I run 20 this Saturday. I see Brett Sunday morning at 9 a.m.