By Mark Baratelli
This is Week 3 in a Sponsored Post Series about my experiences Balance Massage's Rolfing treatments. Read about Week 1 (Rolfing at Balance: A Giggle Fest Not Crying Torture) and Week 2 (Balance Massage Walks On My Balls During Rolfing Session #2) if you're interested in learning more.
I was in a stressful state when I walked into Balance Maassage for session 3, but Lu welcomed my hot mess of negativity without judgement and got to work. She first took photos of my posture and my ill-fitting jeans.
This is Week 3 in a Sponsored Post Series about my experiences Balance Massage's Rolfing treatments. Read about Week 1 (Rolfing at Balance: A Giggle Fest Not Crying Torture) and Week 2 (Balance Massage Walks On My Balls During Rolfing Session #2) if you're interested in learning more.
I was in a stressful state when I walked into Balance Maassage for session 3, but Lu welcomed my hot mess of negativity without judgement and got to work. She first took photos of my posture and my ill-fitting jeans.
Then she laid me down on her table and got to work on my arm pits:
Would you ever think of massaging your arm pits? It never occurred to me that'd do any good, but sweet Jesus it does. Who knew? Lu knew. She sent tingles from pit to pinky that lasted for minutes. She presses and pokes pressure points in the pits producing painful pleasure.
The chest and front shoulder muscles are part of what is pulling my top forward, causing me to slump. She stretches those muscles out with her powerful German elbows. I call them her "Hell-bows."
Lu sits me up and works on the back and shoulders.
She lays me on my back and puts her hands beneath your neck and does all these things poking and prodding, using my own body weight.
I had to include a photo of this, which is of course is a memory foam pillow. She says her clients call it "heaven." I said it looked like a toilet. She didn't laugh and hell-bowed me in the ill-fitting jeans.
