It Used To Be Called A Rubdown
Posted: March 15, 2017 Filed under: Uncategorized 1 CommentWhen I was a kid there were no spas. Massages did not exist. You could get a facial if you went to Georgette Klingers or Elizabeth Arden’s in New York City. Old grown men I knew who belonged to the Athletic Club or the University Club would go and “take a steam” and get a “rub down.” Since I was not a man and did not belong to one of these men place I am not sure exactly what a “rub down” consisted of but I think it was the cave man equivalent of a massage.
I was well over thirty before I ever had a massage. I can’t remember exactly where or when it was, but I think my thought about it was, “Why the hell did no one tell me about these things before now?” Now getting a massage is not just a huge treat, but practically part of my wellness care. I apparently get some serious knots on my hamstrings, from what who knows. It certainly isn’t from some major athletic endeavors.
I introduced Carter to massages at a young age and she is equally hooked on them. Today as our vacation treat we spent the better part of the day in the spa. Apparently no one else at this place knows about massages because we had the run of this huge spa to ourselves. Carter went earlier than I and texted me that she was all alone at the spa outdoor mineral and regular pool. Later we were the only ones in both relaxations rooms and whirlpool, steam, sauna and Swiss shower.
Having a good masage turns me into a lose rubber band. I walk a little wobbly and being a little greased up does not help keep me in my sandals. But there is no better feeling than that relaxed muscle post massage euphoria.
I am thankful for those old men getting rub downs from brutish men in white tee shirts and white pants. It opened the door for young women with soothing voices and strong hands to make a good living and have me addicted to something that is calorie free. It also created a whole new genre of pan flute music that otherwise would have died a quiet useless instrument death. Oh Spas, you may be a young industry, but please keep growing.
I love massages, too. Thank you for reminding me about how great they are. I plan on getting them back into my life. I am certain I have a lot of knots that need work.
PS — When I lived in Palm Beach County I would treat myself to a facial at Georgette Klinger’s in Palm Beach. Nothing like it!