But the pain wasn't violence. It was precision .
By: The Wellness Wanderer
Lucy handed me a glass of water with a slice of cucumber in it. "Don't schedule another appointment," she said, shocking me. "Go for a walk tomorrow. Stretch for five minutes. Come back when you forget how to breathe again." lucy's massage
I didn’t book an appointment with Lucy for a luxury spa day. I booked it out of desperation. My shoulders were touching my ears. My lower back had been screaming for three weeks after a bad deadlift. I was running on caffeine and cortisol. But the pain wasn't violence