It’s been a sweating summer holiday when I and my friends decided to go out for swim. We hopped into our coupe and traveled the rocky under construction road to reach the nearest beach. It’s been really heating, so we started unloading our car and tried our best to set up our own tent. This is a great sunny weather for a swim and a friendly game of volleyball. With all our might, we tried putting up a venue for our friendly volleyball game. However, before starting the game, we prepare our kebab for a good meal at the seashore. The day is just starting, but my muscles are already aching. Maybe because there’s an alteration in my routine as an office girl took place. The heating sunny sun is an added factor that may cause this muscle ache. After the sweating preparations, a splashing jump in the gleaming bright blue water is what we really need. We swim, chase each others and enjoy this amazing nature’s gift to mankind. It is really fun being silly with your friends, but I never expect this would be really tiring!

After the long hours of playful swim, we decided to take our late lunch with our self-cooked kebab. A meal after a strenuous activity can give the feeling of eating the heaviest lunch life could ever offer. Kebab re-energized us from the prior heavy laughing, running and swimming. I started asking them to extend an hour of resting before starting the volleyball. As what is expected, they ignore my request. They believe that it is best to make the most of our time, while we are here at the seashore. Oh well, what more I can do with that? It’s been one versus many of them. So I tried my best to move my ankles to make a good stand for the game, but aches are still all over my body. Barefooted I started stepping on the stony sea shores with warm stones and pebbles. The radiating heat from the ground to my feet was really relaxing. We’ll I guess this is enough to make me fit enough for the game.

We started hitting the ball, net and almost kissing the sand! That was an all out game under the screaming sunshine. It was a friendly tournament, which yields no tangible prize. It was the gift of friendship that may motivate the losers, and may exaggerate the winners’ feeling of victory. There are scratched around my knees and inflammation all over my joints. I guess that’s the payoff of all day laughter. I would be making up with my body when I got home. That was a promise!

So the moment we got home, I decided to phone a private masseuse! I am much willing to pay more than enough if he could give me the best massage ever created. There was an excitement and feeling of relief when the masseuse suddenly knocks my door. It was a feeling of hope for the good night sleep. She introduced herself, as if I wanted to tell her that I don’t care and just do your thing. She recreates a heaven environment inside my room. It was the best soothing scent my nostrils inhaled for the last 30 days. I’ve been taking in the odor of the heavy streets for almost a month. It was just starting, but everything is going near perfection. And oh my, she started doing this Swedish massage on my back! If this is my heaven, then I will do anything just to be spared from hell! She started setting up warm massage stones on my back. The feeling reminded me of stones and pebbles on my feet while I was stepping out on the seashore. It was a tripled feeling of relaxation then. These massage stones are the ultimate of the day. I can feel its striking heat sipping into my skin and targeting my tight muscle tissues. These aches and strains are slowly wearing off! This the best self treat ever! The masseuse was a genius, she knows it very well which massage stones on my back is to be reheated. She places some of the massage stones on my inflamed parts, and all over my tummy. That was a total reheating up and relaxing experience! As if I wanted it to last forever. After an hour or two of pampering, the masseuse informed me that the service was over. I thanked her for the best service that she gave me, and paid her almost double. Of course, she left me with a total brilliant smiling face.

I could not remember anything; I just wanted to take a trip to dreamland!

Author Bio: Matilda French regularly writes for TIR Massage Stone, the leading hot stone massage supplies provider. They carry such products as massassge stones and massage stone kits, as well as many other many other accessories for hot stone therapy.

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