Like every woman in the world (if you believe Samual L. Jackson and John Travolta) I love a good foot rub. But I’ve never had one professionally administered before.
A friend recommended his massage therapist to me, Richard Lacroix, and for 60 minutes he went to town on my feet. Not only did it loosen them up, but I remembered what I really love about getting a massage: the complete lack of outside interference. No cel phones, no internet, no games, no children, just myself and my thoughts.
Even when he’d hit a particularly tender spot on my heel it still felt good to just let go and relax for an hour. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with some epsom salts.