Today, I got a professional massage.  Professional equals painful.  My frisbee friend Doug is a MT, and he basically taught me a new definition of pain.  

I don’t have any witty metaphors to describe it.  However, in the end, it felt great.  I told him several times, I’ve never felt pain like this before.  I really recommend him.  

When he was jamming his thumbs into my neck and back ( and I was wincing ), I marveled at the idea of pain receptors, pressure points, and soreness.  I was really amazed at how powerful touch can be, especially at certain parts of the body.  I swear, there were several times when I was instinctively fighting him ( and therefore tense and unrelaxed) because it was so painful.  

The weird thing is, I like the pain.  I like it because it’s working out all of the crazy knots in my shoulders and arms.  I definitely have overworked hands, arms, and shoulders from all of the art related stuff that I do.  I like the pain because after it’s over with, it feels really good.  It’s weird how it takes someone to beat me up for me to relax.  

Anyway, this entry’s going down the tubes because I need to sleep.  Good night.