The Awk Spot: The Time I Was a Massage Virgin

Good morning friends,

Today is a perfect work from home kind of day. It’s rainy and gross, and traffic this week has been HORRIBLE with everyone being back to school and summer being unofficially over. Plus, that extra time I gained from not having to commute to or from work today is some much needed laundry and clean my room time!

For breakfast, I’m enjoying scrambled eggs, sliced peaches, and half a whole wheat and flaxseed sandwich thin with almond butter. Yum.

Before I get cracking on today’s workload, I’d like to share an awkward moment I’ve been giggling to myself about for a week now. Hence the title of this post. I’ve decided that anytime I write about awkward moments I will preface my titles with “The Awk Spot.” Get ready for them.

As you know, I treated myself to a sports massage on my birthday last Wednesday. The only other time I’ve gotten a professional massage in my life was on the beach in Mexico, where I just strolled up to the oceanside massage hut and laid down on the massage table.

Since I was in my bikini, I didn’t have to worry about that awkward “I’m going to leave the room, close the door, and let you get ready” moment that happens in an actual indoor spa. Last week I was NOT prepared for this. The massage therapist did her intro, asked me a few questions, and then left me standing in the room by myself staring at the 1) solitary robe hanging by a hook off the wall and 2) the massage table with one corner of the sheets turned down. Cue utter panic. What the heck was I supposed to do?! There were no instructions to leave my clothes partially on or take them fully off, lay over the sheet or under the sheet, and… what the heck to do with that robe!?  It couldn’t just be hanging there for no reason…

At this point, I realized that massage therapists are SO lucky because they must have so many different awkward scenarios that happen every single day. Not only am I sure they get some real hoots for clients, but how the HECK do they maintain composure when they re-enter that room and a client has chosen the completely incorrect option of how many clothes to leave on/off and where to lay down!?

For example.

I stripped down to just my underwear. Was I supposed to take those off!? I got nervous to so I left them on. Then I put the robe on because I thought it was the right thing to do! And then what did I do? I laid OVER the sheet, face down into that little headrest thing, and waited. Why in the world I thought laying on top of the sheet was the right choice is beyond me, but how was I supposed to know, as a massage virgin!? The therapist did the little knock after about 5 minutes, came back in, and was like… “Okayy, well, I’m just going to have you get under the sheet… and we’ll have you pull your arms out from this robe…” and something else that I don’t even remember because I was trying not to laugh out loud in that very moment.

There was actually nothing uncomfortable about it at all because the massage therapist was very nice and didn’t act like I did the wrong thing. But you bet she went home at night and said to her family, “you’ll never believe THIS client I had today…”

She probably told them about my stomach growling throughout the entire massage too.

Next time I will leave the robe hanging on the hook and get under the sheet. And I’ll have a snack before I go.

Questions of the day: Have you ever gotten a massage? If so, did you have any awkward moments during it?

Happy Wednesday, everyone!

Two-Six, Come and Gone

And another birthday has come and gone.

Twenty-six was a pretty fun birthday between friend fun, family dinner, and a day with the bf.  I’m excited for a new year.  Twenty-five did not start out so hot for me, although it did see much improvement by the end.  Determined to keep that going.  I’ve come a long way in a year, mentally, and I’m proud of myself for it.


The first awesome part about my birthday itself was that I didn’t have to go to work.  I also gave myself the day off from working out. Instead, I went to the beach.  It was a beautiful day!

We packed a lot of drinks and healthy food options to munch on during the day.

Those Nature’s Promise Cheddar Puffs are dangerous.  I think I could eat the whole bag!  Next time, I think I’ll pack a specific amount in a ziplock baggie or tupperware instead.

I was excited to make it to the Gloucester Beaches for at least one beach trip this summer.  I went to Long Beach with my family on Father’s Day, but I just love Good Harbor so much.

I loved it even more when we bought Richie’s Slush!

We spent five hours total in this:

Perfect relaxation.


I treated myself to a massage.  Well, actually Uncle Chris treated me to a massage.  I found an old gift card to Daryl Christopher that he gave me when I graduated from college that I never used.  So I booked myself a Sports Massage to try and work out some of the pain I mentioned in Tuesday’s post that I’ve been feeling in my shoulder/back/neck lately.  My massage therapist told me I have one of the biggest knots she’s ever seen in my neck/back area and that is probably one of the reasons I am having so much pain in my arm/shoulder.  She literally spent half of the massage on that spot alone trying to work out the kinks.  My body feels ten times better today – such relief!  I am still going to my doctor’s appointment tomorrow at Lahey Clinic to make sure the pain isn’t attributed to something else (please no rotator cuff injury, please no rotator cuff injury).  But this makes me more hopeful that my need to teach with invisible weights this week is only temporary and just a sign for me to slow down.  Working out all the time ends up backfiring if you overwork your body.  But anyways – awesome awesome awesome massage.  I’m going to go back in a few weeks for another session.


Dinner!  Tim surprised me with dinner in Charlestown, which now makes sense with his clue of “It’s in an area we never go to.”

He chose a place called Navy Yard Bistro & Wine Bar.

As you can see, we ordered sangria.  It was tasty!

For an appetizer we ordered a grilled flatbread that had Pecorino Toscano, Marinated Grilled Pears, and Italian Speck Ham on it.

This is what they brought out:

We were so confused as to how this could possibly be the $10 flatbread we ordered.  But we ate it anyways.  The hummus was good.

Then the waitress came back with this:

We quickly realized that we were both actually dumb enough to forget that sometimes restaurants bring out bread first.  We laughed a lot about that!  Even though I ate the “fake flatbread” (regular bread/hummus), I still dove into the “real flatbread.”

For our entrees, Tim ordered the Lobster Risotto and I ordered the Swordfish Special.  I was pumped to order the swordfish because of my Restaurant Week FAIL last week.  It was DELICIOUS.  Hands down one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten.  Good job Tim!

It was cooked with corn, yukon potatoes, java beans, and some type of lemon sauce.  I gobbled it right up!  The swordfish was SO tender.  Tim’s Lobster Risotto was so good too.  It was made with roasted Tomatoes, Basil, Asparagus, and Saffron Butter.

And because it was my birthday, we ordered dessert.

Creme Brulee!

After dinner, we walked around by the water a little bit before sitting back down in the car.

The city looked really pretty at night:

And I was happy to have an occasion to wear my new dress (Target!):


For my present, Tim is going to pay for me to get the upgrades for Fitness & Feta!  How thoughtful is that??  He also bought me a Swiss Ball Chair so I can use it at work, and one of those Power Balance wristbands that are all the rage lately.  He knows me too well.

My roommates also gave me my present last night, which I’m super psyched to start using.  Session 3 of bootcamp is starting up, so my new portable iPOD/CD player will be PERFECT.  So will my new whistle/stopwatch.  And my Panera gift card for eating after my workouts. 🙂

Thanks to everyone who made my birthday awesome!  Here’s to the next chapter.