My host invited me to try his massage chair. I was shy. Chuckling out loud I deflected the offer.
But, the same curiosity that killed the cat kept nagging at my mind. Each time I walked past his living room, that chair seemed to be waving me over. It looks like a leather recliner on steroids.
Instead of a panel that lifts your legs into the air, it has slots for each leg. When you sit in it three sides of your legs and feet are compressed into a space designed to make relaxation complete. The rest of the chair looks very normal.
No one was around so I climbed into the chair. It seemed natural to press both of my legs into the well padded slots. Then I picked up the control panel.
I pressed the ON switch and selected a Shiatsu massage. Whoa! I thought that I was mentally ready for what was to come but I was not. As far as massages go, I am firmly ensconced in the ranks of the uninitiated.
Yeow! If this weren’t a machine I would have wheeled around and slugged the person who had the gall to touch me like that! Yo! ooh! Hey, the initial moments seemed awkward and verged on being painful.
That’s when I decided not to fight the chair but to let this preprogrammed machine have its way. Seconds after that decision to relent I began to feel the ooze. Yup, I was being transformed into a bowl of jelly.
My legs were feeling the joy first. Pressure on my calves, vibration on my feet and squeezing my legs felt like a loving hug that melted my day’s aches and pains away. What joy!
Then, my back was getting a roller work out. Tense muscles that may not have ever remembered what it was like to relax were now being cajoled into repose. I could actually feel the relaxation growing inside of me.
My mind started to relax. Ooh…yeah, the fingers built into the chair were pressing out the stiffness that I had just grown accustomed to having. My heart rate that started out racing was now pulsating calmly.
What surprised me was how my mind began to feel soothed and de-stressed. The more I relaxed the deeper the massage actions did their magic. OK, no one bother me. I’ve been morphed into Jell-O.
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