Hormonal migraine. The bane of my life. And of all the days to get one it has to be the first weekend of my massage therapy training. Thanks body, thanks a lot! Still needs must and all that….
Remember Himself’s pastry making hands? Well they got a much needed massage earlier today. Yes readers, only week 1 and already we’ve learned our first practical skill. Intense? Yes. Hard work? Yes it’s going to be. Worth it? Absolutely.
The massage training that I’m doing requires 60 hours of contact time, the first 30 on each other, the next 30 on paying clients (yikes) and we learn it as part of the holistic healing of the client, being aware of the emotional issues that can come up and how to deal with them. Which means contact hours have to start straight away. Which means the anatomy and physiology part of the course has to be done in our own time in what is amusingly referred to as a “virtual learning environment” and actually means you take the exam online. The fortunate thing for this old lady’s brain is that it’s the same anatomy and physiology exam I had to do for my yoga teacher training so the knowledge is there, it’s just a case of dredging it up from the depths of my memory which is filled with useless song lyrics and Home & Away storylines….
Sixty hours of contact means that by the time I go to Australia next April I will be a qualified massage therapist. And although it fills me with fear, it also fills me with so much excitement as to what the next twelve months holds and where I can take my business and more importantly my own knowledge of bodywork – how I can help people and how I can help myself.
And there’s an added bonus – I now get pedicures and haircuts at a fraction of the cost at the college’s Beauty School. What more could a girl want? Well the biggest anatomy book I’ve ever seen and a funky clinic uniform both of which I have to buy this week….