Dec 7, 2010

King For The Day

There is nothing better than getting a massage after running a marathon. I enjoy declaring the day I get a massage as "King for the day." No matter what happens that day, I am King. Yesterday was no exception. In fact, I literally was king because Kathy (my kickass massage therapist) actually gave me a crown after I walked in her office. She even decorated it. To top it off, the damned thing even fit my head. Then I got my massage, which was unbelievable, and my morale when from 1 to 100 in an hour. King. For. The. Day. If you live in the Dayton-area and need a massage, hit me up and I'll give you her contact information. You won't be disappointed.