Inflammation, Candice, punching
Posted in ashtanga yoga, raw food on 06/15/2008 07:00 pm by karenThinking more about the feeling of the raw food diet — specifically, about the lack of inflammation in my body. It’s interesting, because it feels very naked — there is a kind of psychological “padding” in inflammation — a kind of softening. This is particularly apparent in the GI tract — the internal “pillowyness” softens every experience. Interestingly, it can co-exist with rock hard abs. Which is kind of weird.
Without the inflammation, without the puffiness, everything feels exposed: muscles, bones, and perhaps most especially (and potentially disorientingly) nerves.
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Candice the massage therapist could kill a man with her heavy, pointy thumbs. If she can figure out how to deploy them, she could win MMA titles.
This is what I was thinking at noontime, as she discovered and methodically dismantled the scar tissue in my left shoulder — souvenir of an unexpected fall while climbing (and no, I didn’t hit the ground or anything — I just caught my whole falling body weight with an outstretched left hand).
As she was bidding me goodbye, she patted my left shoulder gently. “You’ve got something going on there…” Uh, yeah, I know. I was there, trying to breathe through the pain of your relentless thumbs!
This afternoon, as The Cop and I drove over to a local nursery to check out some mesquite trees for the yard, I told him about my massage. The blinding pain of Candice’s ministrations.
“I’d punch her in the head,” he said.
I looked over, disapprovingly.
“It’d be involuntary.”
Note to self: Do not get massage gift certificates for The Cop.

