I absolutely hate the word “blog”

I don’t think I’ve ever come away from a massage with visual bruising before. I have two matching diagonal bruise-stripes from underarm to collarbone, like little raglan sleeve seams stitched entirely of pain.

And the worst part is, this only made a tiny dent in all the saved-up tension I have in my shoulders, pecs, triceps, and deltoids — I was in no way ready for the massage to end so soon. WTF did I do to my upper body?