Cooties • 02.15.09
Having finally made the decision to not pursue a 300hr certification, I’ve set about this year to take more workshops and expand my education on a more buffet style basis. I’ve long considered taking classes at New York’s Open Center, once in awhile I even scope out a catalog and highlighted some interesting classes, that I never managed to make. Not so this year. I pro-actively marked in my calendar all of the workshops and certifications I was interested in pursuing. The first one was “Introduction to Swedish Massage”, a real winner for me since I am the worlds most avid connoisseur.
I couldn’t wait to start. I registered early, and had all of my materials packed and ready. I arrived a couple minutes late to class – and so was forced to do the scooby-doo entrance. I found a seat, and began to take notes, in that breathless, and bothered having run there kind of way. The teacher was demoing the basic strokes. I noticed how she had a remarkably soothing voice, and how well she described the motions, it reminded a lot of yoga. And then she uttered the most unexpectedly dreaded words, “find yourself a partner”. The floor fell, and I panicked. So that was why we were instructed to bring a bed sheet, massage oil, and a towel. OF COURSE ! How did I not connect the dots?
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