Last spring I first heard of boutique stretching studios when the New York Post declared them the "newest fitness luxury" among the "well-heeled New Yorkers". As a physically active person who appreciates a moment of self-care, I really wanted to give it a try – and finally I got my chance.
Now listen. I've read the story Men's Health about assisted stretching studios. I know that it does not necessarily increase my athletic performance when a stranger pulls my foot towards land behind my head. And I completely understand that it can not repair my rusty old hips as surely as, for example, a visit to the practice of the physiotherapist.
But I wanted to do it anyway. And reader, it was heaven.
I recently went to Stretch * d, an assisted stretching studio in Manhattan (the star is silent, I think). I was there to test their "Flex * d" service, a 55-minute "comprehensive route with additional time to deal with problem areas," which usually costs $ 1
First, a few brief remarks about myself: I train 5 to 6 times a week, usually driving through HIIT sessions, kickboxing or dancing lessons if I feel like it. Otherwise you can find me bent over a laptop, although I'm sure that is not an ergonomically correct position. I stretch myself sometimes – but probably not as much as I should. Recently I was an avid runner, but the tightness in my hips and in my IT bands has made it too painful to keep going.
The Stretch * d Experience
When I entered, I felt like hell in peace. The studio was kept in clean lines and neutral colors – a kind of Instagram-friendly beach house atmosphere. It smelled as if an essential oil were being distributed somewhere. A friendly clerk showed me a waiting area with an inversion table and next to it a woman whose legs were wrapped in Normatec Recovery Boots ($ 20 for 20 minutes in the boots). I thought, damn. If I stay here long enough, I may never feel pain again. That's probably the point.