Welcome to Fascial Therapy at The Motion Room the latest service available at my favourite facility. Everything you need to know about FT can be gleaned from stretchtowin.com where it’s going, what it’s all about, in case you can’t follow along the raymi filtration system of verbal jargon and confusion.
my legs are dead here. dead weight. you must let go and let the trainer take over. allowing an external force to stretch for you is kind of a wild experience, separating your brain from your body and giving in. if you’re an over-thinker like me you must chill out. it feels awesome to let someone else jiggle your legs up and down for you, you feel it in your hips and lower back (butt) it’s a nice release. it requires trust, like a trust fall.
and learn to breathe, inhale push, exhale relax (dead weight) and then when you’re being touched all over (it gets personal) if you’re blushing or trying to act cool as a cucumber when you’re supposed to be inhaling and pushing, the simplest of duties (breathing) while lying on your back can become difficult, from that over-thinking again and from the maturity level of a third grader and blushing. while being photographed. ha.
inhaling and ninety degrees later i am on easy street. you’re already coasting on a post work-out high and this just pushes you right over into happy town.
your masseur speaks to you throughout in a calming tone that relaxes you instantly and gets right in there with you so your comfort zone is broken down right off the bat. good technique, totally works. i have never had a real massage before ever, ever. i have touching issues and am not at the point yet where i feel i need a massage even though i totally do cos i’m high-strung and a total bitch when stressed out.
tyler walks in and is all hmm, it’s like thai stretching. i go i don’t even want to KNOW how you know what thai stretching is he goes raymi, i’ve been around. ugh i need to be rich like yesterday.
when your legs go into all these different positions you never bothered stretching in before (why would you it’s kind of bizarre to have your leg at 90 degrees and then best to the side at the knee like you were in a bike accident) you can feel each precise stretch, or lengthening of joints, things get loosened up and you become more aware of your muscles and your posture improves, all that tightening up melts away, you feel extended. you should always be aware of your posture (someone is always looking).
she won’t push/pull your body more than it is capable but will definitely bring it right to the limit and that’s where the work begins and the tightness goes away and that limit you couldn’t range of motion passed before, you will pass it. it’s amazing. oh and if you enjoy bones cracking/clicking from stretching, you are in luck.
your weight of leg i supposed to be dead here but i misinterpreted her direction and instead tried to crush her between my thighs kash goes i know your leg isn’t that heavy raymi, i go oh sorry i was trying to crush you sorry. i can tell kash is majorly athletic so the competitive part of my brain takes over sometimes hahaha.
everyone should do this. once you pass 30 you have to keep working out to ensure bone growth and ward off osteoporosis. i am going to be lance friggin’ armstrong come thirty.
do you think she could take me? it would be fun to watch i’m sure. come get your own stretch and get taller, tall as meeee at TMR there’ll be a deal coming up soon i’ll tell you about. xoxoxo.
this song is now over. only took a month, less than, to be sickened by it. this video is now properly synced, youtube speeds up all photobooth material ridiculously fast. vimeo is the answer.
it was a mighty feast. round one was steak, lots of it, rob went to a butcher, al got sauce, we got booze, rob has a big smoker grill in his yard. i love my buds. next week it’s our turn to top this bbq, heck, maybe even tomorrow. why not. also adventurehouse party is tomorrow too!
the storm stayed away. as we were DTD walking to lcbo the sky was angry and grey, lightning but not raining. anyway, darius was right, it blew over. stupid darius. thinks he’s all helen hunt (storm chaser in twister) and shit. i got tons more garbage to show you regarding our epic bbq in rob’s backyard but next up will be my sexy stretch with kash (like thai stretching) it’s amazing and put me in the best mood. i walked around in-between legs and i felt lopsided, proof it works. my left leg was clearly lengthened more than my right leg until she stretched that one too. fantastic. it’s called fascial stretch therapy and is the new rage in massage & fitness all that. i love it.
you have to learn to relax and be dead weight while counting the dots on the ceiling and spacing out. ahhh. my hair is matted from sweat, this was post training session and when it’s wet and my roots come in it looks greenish at my scalp. gorgeous platinum.
lightning fast. i didn’t get to play ping pong all the hipster elite society of toronto (dudes) became competitive and manly out of nowhere, it was super annoying. like hi can i play for one f–ing second please? there were many tables and line-ups waiting for a table and then hogging the table.
i have a busy morning today i have to start prepping for, other than just mentally. work out, half hour stretch then pool party the moment has come the one i’ve been dreading, bathing suit not consisting of rags and various underwears time. ugh. that doesn’t sound like a very hard morning at all does it, but when you work for yourself, downtime overtaking work time, it is.
and now here i am before going out. thanks for the sweet time spin. ugh look at this tweet, look who we missed! “Def a highlight! RT @carolepark Susan Sarandon & Geena Davis were at the @SPiN_Toronto party I was at this evening. No big deal.”
half my makeup didn’t show up til britt did. i wanted to apply the lower half of my eyes when i got there in case allergies ran amok. they didn’t and i didn’t put my mascara wand in my purse. that’s the red velvet cupcake. gooey icing. we shared it.
dude in the hat i will be boning in the movie. i better not look like an amazon beside him, well, i’ll be on top ha. we’re the same height i am probably a little taller. i measured. the starvation began yesterday. organic wine shared a half litre. but i did have a billion malt balls. kris on the left is also a producer/director, or both i dunno don’t ask me i am the talent and colleague is telling me to check imdb/fb/website so i checked but see a billion different contradicting things along with what i have already learned previous. ACK! UPDATE: about the adorable film makers.
the next time you see a still of us together it will be in a wholly different setting and atmosphere. i have twenty days to go skeletor and to keep face tidy and young.
are you %$^@^ kidding me? i walk over here bravely in front of all the wallflowers and THIS is the only photo from this moment that you put up? not happy.
and this too? none prettier? i hate it when man photographers put the best sharpest photo inconsiderate of the female’s feelings or wants, F*CK YOUR ART! (brosz7kowski is MAJORLY guilty of this one) give me the prettiest vampiest and don’t make me repeat myself i don’t care if you captured an oboe’s shadow exquisitely.
THEN, JUST AS WE WERE ABOUT oops yelling still haha, so just as we were going to leave cos the teacher had three vodka sodas in an hour, or four? these dweebs show up, so then the teacher had his fourth and i wanted to have real dinner. we stayed to party some more instead, grand idea.
haven’t seen britt in ages. they were stir crazy craving the city and brad was my favourite kinda drunk, bordering on newf drunk, belligerent surly and snickery which opens up the raymi zinger floodgates. my specialty. i composed entire songs about brad’s stupidity and masculinity. i am the best “one of the guys” girls there are you know.
laaazy adorable. all these two do when we hang is lament for the old days when we were all giver’ing together. they cannot let it go meanwhile partying s staring you right in the face right meow. relax dudes this is going to be the best summer ever.
i was like hey retards get over here please i want to do a beatles album cover a la sargeant peppers. took forever to make it happen. kay bye bye have to get ready for the ping pong party at burroughes building for spin toronto i don’t know what the f*ck. two words: gift bags.
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cleaning update: midway point. maybe i’ll let him do the rest. need more hangers. there is dog and cat hair everywhere even in my soul. going through sunday’s pics and loving them. ok pooch time, coffee time, then blog time.
greetings from planet luxury stress. no blogging today until i tidy up this sty. do you want a cat? who wants a cat? i was just going to text the teacher that we are giving a cat away but then they started being friends and licking each other on the couch and my heart broke, therefore if you want all these pets (me included) VACUUM THIS M*THERF**R ASAP.
we went to bed at ten it was the only way i could stop eating. i made jerk turkey sausage. i bought soy sour cream and it made me want to puke. never again.
