All About Me…(well, not all)

This is only our 2^nd blogging date, so I figured we should get to know each other.  Well, it’s kinda hard for me to get to know you, so we’ll have to settle on you getting to know me.  This accomplishes 2 things:  1) let’s you have some history on the author of these blogs, and 2) allows me to talk about one of my favorite subjects.

So how did I get here?  I’ve always loved massage, but I used to think it was only something to pamper myself with on birthdays and special occasions.  Then in 2001, I began training for the L.A. Marathon.  My legs discovered a whole new kind of pain.  After our long training runs on Saturdays, I couldn’t walk normally until, oh say, Wednesday.  Then I started noticing that some other fellow runners weren’t having this difficulty.  Was I in that bad of shape?  Well, yes, but that wasn’t the only thing.  I discovered a different common denominator – these runners were getting massaged after their runs. “Hmmm,” I thought.  (You’ll find I’m a deep thinker.)  So, I started getting regular massages after my runs.  I felt better almost immediately.  I was even walking normally on Mondays!

Then my mind got the better of me.  How could something so simple work so magically?  I decided to take a class and find out – just for “something to do.”  I talked to some massage employers.  They all told me to go to Touch Therapy Institute.  A little grandmother-type named Marcie took me on a tour, signed me up, and suddenly I was rubbing people.

Speaking of rubbing, my crazy typing fingers need some massaging.  As Paul Harvey would say, “Stay tune for the rest of the story.”