How do I spell relief? SHIATSU.
Having a shiatsu massage transforms me. Before the session, I am made of macrame–a serties of knotted muscles. During the massage I am a lump of dough being made into thumbprint cookies. Mizuno-san uses his thumbs to press out all of my aches and pains. He closes his eyes while he works so he can feel what’s under his thumb (me!).
After the massage, I am a limp noodle. My knees wobble and I crave water. But I feel good.
Mizuno-san warned me as I left yesterday that I’d hurt today. He was right. All the lactic acid released during the massage is coursing around my body now. Yet another reason not to take holidays–I shouldn’t go so long between sessions.
