I stopped and thought for a moment, my heart rate picked up a little. I could totally get a massage, but with a happy ending. I stretched and it was a little better and I thought to myself, I really must get a physio massage or a massage from that lovely physiotherapist lady off campus. I did kickboxing as a hobby and had done some matches recently and landed awkwardly after losing a match on points to a much bigger dude. I stood up to put some folders away and my back and the backs of my thighs just stung with muscle ache. I hadn't been dating or having fun or even looking for casual fun for months and I was getting, well, a bit agitated.
I was going through a rough patch with relationships and had just left a toxic relationship with an extremely high maintenance lady. It was one of those jobs where it was very, very easy but you had all your days' work done by 11am and only the internet to satiate your boredom.
The routine was crushingly boring, and the office I was working in was down a long hallway with only storage cupboards on either side.
