New York Massage Parlors: What to look for in a massage therapist
A bag of rocks pounded into my back and a karate chop assault by a woman who looked like a kind-hearted grandma isn’t exactly how I thought I’d spend my free time in New York, but that’s the situation I found myself in a few weeks ago.
Every year I tour the United States to be interviewed by the media about the Get Ripped! program. My schedule is gruelling and my body aches from cramming into airplanes and sleeping in unfamiliar hotel beds.
To make matters worse, I get really nervous before interviews. So, when I noticed a sign advertising discounted massages near my New York City hotel, I decided to stop in for a treatment.
Papers and opened nail polish bottles were scattered across the counter of the massage parlour, but the petite masseuse who greeted me with a wide grin and welcoming eyes seemed like a sweet lady.