Yoga+Music365 (day36) – The Stand Ins by Okkervil River – Massage Edition!

Every Friday I take the day off from blogging.

But what about the yoga and the music? Not to worry friends, it’s still happening, I’m just not writing about it today.


Let’s be honest, the real self-care comes from knowing your limits, boundaries and taking the time you need to renew.

What will I be doing instead of yoga, music and writing about yoga and music?

In honor of listening to my need for self-care, I’m having my twice monthly massage today.  Yep, I get a 90 minute massage every other Friday from Tess Bradley at the Body Mind Center in Midtown Sacramento.

Make an appointment with her – she’s AMAZING! Tell her you read about her here!

Twice a month massage?!?!?

It must be nice. I’ve been hearing for years about this practice.

Why yes, it is.

I look at massage as a financial commitment to my health and well-being. Massage, like yoga, helps me be a nicer person. It feels good and it helps keep me healthy. It also helps me be a better teacher, wife and friend. I started having massage regularly so I could deal with the grief of my stepdad dying and felt all the benefits of regular body work.


This is what I said the last time I told you about taking time off on Fridays. Not much has changed… I’m having a massage, wishing I could also go to the 4:30 class at It’s All Yoga to support my classmates and to luxuriate in their sweetness.

During my brief recess today I think I’ll concentrate on planning my next class and spending some quality time with the J-man and going bed early so I can be ready for my seven (7!!!!) mile training walk tomorrow morning.

What practices do you regularly do to take care of yourself? Please leave a comment and if your self-care thing interests me, maybe I’ll start doing your thing too.

PS- Think of Fridays as blog-reading catch-up day. If you’ve been a little behind on all the good stuff, here’s my gift to you.

PPS- Sunday is Music Round Up!

 Don’t forget FREE Fridays at 4:30 with the new It’s All Yoga teachers (21st and X in Sacramento) – you’ve got to sign up online

I’m teaching 3/5/10 – so mark your calendar.

For the month of February, I’m teaching a Level 1/2 on Mondays at 5:45. Come join me.

Massage – self-care or self-punishment?

 I have the best friends in the world. 

Ever since our adoption debacle on Wednesday, we’ve received much of what we asked for and more

Dear friends – old and new – THANK YOU for your generosity and kindness. We are touched.

 Today my dear friend, Paloma – real estate agent extraordinaire – took me to get a $20 foot massage.

Yep, you read that right.


Let me be the first to tell you, this is so much more than a foot massage.

For me, it felt like a trip back to Thailand.

To further explain what I mean, read the following excerpt from our travel journal from our month-long trip in 2005.  


Last week before we got to the overnight train to Chiang Mai, we stopped at Wat Pho in Bangkok to see the HUGE reclining Buddha and have a Thai massage at the school of all practitioners.

First things first, the other Thai massages I’d had up til that point were, apparently, fake.

Second, the women doing my massage should have to register her thumbs, knees and feet as concealed weapons because my girl was packing heat.

Third, I honestly wondered what I had done wrong in this or a past life for a “massage” to hurt so much.

Needless to say, I had an hour to ponder all this and more while I tried to distract myself from the pain.

I did feel very refreshed or just relieved when it was over?


A little known fact about me?

I tend to laugh when things are really uncomfortable. It’s unfortunate, but it’s also kinda funny.

Needless to say, I giggled like a crazy person during my massage today. Especially when she slapped my feet and pulled my toes. 

Paloma and I grinned all the way out the door. She if I liked it. 

I said yes!

But I have a hard time recommending this kind of massage to people.

We laughed all the way home.

Self-care or self punishment?

I guess it depends who you ask.