Even after four visits and cumulatively two months of my life spent in Japan, there are still things that can humble me, beat me down, and kick the crap out of me in this country. Exhibit A : the Japanese massage chair.
On Tuesday, I had just finished my first Japanese gym session since arriving two weeks ago. I had promised myself that I was going to try and keep to my workout routine while in Japan because despite sweating all the time and the copious cardio I get from walking almost everywhere, the reality is that none of that builds and maintains muscle mass. So, I paid my ¥600 to drop by the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium in Sendagaya to pump a little iron and break an earned sweat.