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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Ahh... massage.

Today, on my way home from work, I stopped by Northwest Advanced Medical Massage. My wife had gotten a massage there a month or so ago, and had pre-paid a visit for me. She'd been reminding me (several times) that I needed to go in for my massage before it expired... Today was the day.

I scheduled my appointment online, and two hours later I was walking in the door. The building is a recently converted health club. Their facility is spacious, nicely laid out, quiet.

Samantha was my massage therapist, who ushered me into the room and asked for specifics on areas that I thought needed work. We talked by a bit, then she left me to get ready -- undress as much as I was comfortable with, and get onto the heated table and under a nice warm blanket. I could feel the relaxation happening already. In a few minutes she returned to start working out the kinks.

She worked on my neck and upper chest first, then lower legs, then moved up to my back. LOTS of "speed bumps" there, though happily they were symmetrical (an important thing to an engineer). She finished up with some hot rocks that felt WONDERFUL. The time went by quickly, and before I knew it, it was 5:00 (I had arrived at 3:30).

Getting up from the table, I felt like "a cooked noodle". A little disoriented and limp. Ultra-relaxed. Which is good.

Their prices are reasonable as massage goes, they're friendly, and it's a convenient location.

I can see myself going back. And I'd recommend them to any one.

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