Not in my vocabulary. Aside from probably being clinically averse to tranquility, getting a rubdown is a-whole-nother level of peeve. This is one you really just have to experience. The minute, deep-tissue massage of customized strokes and sake soaks releases tired muscles and helps beat jet lag and hangovers. After a complimentary green tea in my private waiting room, I enter a personal room for a minute, pre-massage steam. Every movement is a departure from an accustomed airspace into a newfound wall of fire.
I gasp for breath. Still, the heater hums. Finally I surrender, and a sensual and otherworldly fog replaces my private struggle. Still, I retreat to the cold shower three times before hearing a knock at the door. In a sweat-induced haze, I stumble to a nearby massage bed. Kate works my neck, my designated trouble spot.
The deep-tissue massage is tailored for part therapy, part relaxation. She slowly rides each muscle, attacking knots until they turn over. Each time she leaves a spot on my back, chest or legs, she lays a hot, sake-drenched towel over the area, leaving it warm and recovered rather than cold and abandoned. I get lost, sailing into the mystic of my newfound serenity.
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