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Dara Katz
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To the best of my memory, I’ve always been on the search for a fabulous foot massage. From $30 for 30 minute walk-ins to otherworldly reflexology experiences, I am pretty much game. Why? Because my feet hurt! They were always flat, but two pregnancies essentially turned them into pin cushions—as in, they always hurt and feel swollen. My husband would rub my feet while we watched TV at night, but my demands became untenable. Enough so that for my birthday he put his head down and researched “best foot massager.”
One would think that a simple Google search would be adequate, but no. He’d done something similar a few years ago and surprised me with a medical-grade plantar fasciitis massager that turned up in an internet search. But it was less a massager and more of a vibration plate…the type of vibration you feel in your teeth and brain. Not very pleasant. We wound up giving that contraption away.
This time, after scouring reviews and coming across “the machine used by professional ballerinas” (or something of the like), my husband landed on the RENPHO, and boy has it saved our marriage. The machine, which arrives fully assembled, is robust enough to provide real pressure through air and kneading, plenty of customizable features–including a rotating arm that can switch its position into a calf massager–without being too bulky. I can plop it in front of the couch during TV time or, as I’m doing right now, hoist it upstairs and under my desk.