I'll try just about anything.* I've got Dead Sea scrubs in my closet, Chia seeds in my cupboard and enough Palo Santo wood in the living room to start a campfire.
So when I read in Childs Walker's profile of Michael Phelps that the world's greatest swimmer has incorporated cupping into his post-rehab, pre-Rio lifestyle, my first thought was, "I gotta try this."
I mentioned my newfound interest in cupping over pizza with a friend of mine, an acupuncturist named Gena. As luck would have it, Gena told me she performs the ancient ritual of cupping, in addition to standard acupuncture. And she takes insurance. I was sold. So a few days later, I made my way up to Woodberry Wellness, where Gena, true friend that she is, cupped the crap out of my back.