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5 comments:
Oh please oh please tell he how tap class with the evil toxins?
I'm waiting with bated breath.
Oh, I feel for you. I hate deep tissue massages. The last time I had one, my neck made a weird popping noise for weeks every time I turned my head. yet, somehow, I keep forgetting how bad they are and end up agreeing to another one. Give me warm-fuzzy massage any day.
When I'm mad at the world, singing along to Offspring works very well. "You gotta keep 'em separated!" Who knew a bunch of unruly skate punks could provide so much relief to a 39-year-old soccer mom in her minivan.
Uh, oh. Toxins run amock and beginners' tap class sounds like a lethal combo.
You were brave to do that deep tissue massage! I could never, although God knows I have toxic knots a-plenty!
When I was dancing a lot I got deep tissue on a semi-regular basis. I found that I had to do several sessions in a row because the knots DO travel. If your body's used to holding tension it's not going to give that up so easily...
The last line of this entry is my favorite part. Nothing like a little hoofing to channel all that evil appropriately!
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