I have never been to a wellness expo. Considering a
theme of my “I have never...” year has been finding ways to better my health
through exercise and life changes, I thought attending such an event would be a
positive new experience that would help me in that pursuit. As a result, attending
the annual wellness expo in Madison, appropriately titled the Well Expo, was an
easy decision to make when I first became aware of it several months ago. While
I didn’t know quite what to expect from an event focused on healthy living, I
figured I would, at minimum, walk away with some ideas to continue focusing on
my betterment, which I welcomed openly. Of course, that perspective was based
on my assumptions on the event, which I would come to find were a little off
base given an oversight on my part. The result was a unique and somewhat funny
twist on today’s new experience.
"For women", eh? ...That's unexpected. |
When Rachael and I arrived at the location hosting
the Well Expo, the Monona Terrence Convention Center, we hurriedly found our
way out of the cold and followed signs directing us toward the wellness expo
entrance. After working our way through a few doors and staircases, we
ultimately found ourselves facing a series of signs referencing different
elements of the event. As I looked over the spread of information I noticed a
consistent theme on the header of each placard. Scrawled across the top of each
tag board sign was the title of the expo with a small sub-title written
directly underneath it.
“Healthy living for women...” I said reading the
sub-title aloud. Rachael began to chuckle as the reality of the discovery set
in. “You mean to tell me this is a wellness expo for women?” I asked turning to
Rachael. In response, she smiled at me and shrugged her shoulders. I paused
briefly as I sifted through my initial discomfort with the finding, pondering
what to do. “Well, I’m glad you’re with me!” I said breaking the silence, “This
would have been really awkward otherwise...” Rachael nodded her head in
agreement before turning to me and offering her thoughts. “I mean, does this
really count as a new experience?” she asked still grinning from my obvious
embarrassment. I didn’t hesitate in my response, “Trust me, if there is
anything I can guarantee I haven’t done before, it’s attending a women’s
wellness expo. Let’s do this.”
The exhibition hall |
Rachael let out one more laugh as we turned away
from the information booth and found our way into the exhibition space. For the
better part of the next hour we wandered from booth to booth looking at
displays covering dietary, exercise, and health products designed to improve
well-being and reduce unnecessary stresses. Although I was one of only a few
men among the stirring crowd of people in attendance, I was surprised to find
many of the vendors at the expo offered a variety of products and services for
both men and women. As a result, Rachael and I were both happily distracted as
we moved through the space, taking time to read about products, sample health
foods and wines, and pick up a few samples of some product offerings. The event
may have been designed to target women, but I was still gaining plenty of
insight and finding some ideas for ways I could continue to focus on my
wellness. It wasn’t the event I had expected to find, but it was clearly a good
experience none the less.
As Rachael and I made our final pass through the
exhibition space, we stopped before a series of chiropractic and massage
therapy booths offering free sitting massages. With the expo’s closing time
drawing near, I made a snap decision to try to sneak in a quick massage before
we brought today’s experience to a close. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only
person in attendance with that idea, which quickly led to gathering lines of
people at each of the massage stations.
In response, Rachael and I made a quick decision to
abandon the idea and see if any comparable services were being offered at other
booths on the opposite side of the expo. Although our effort was initially
unsuccessful, we eventually stumbled upon an essential oils booth offering oil
infused scalp massages. As to not look a gift horse in the mouth, I promptly
asked the booth attendants if I could sit through one of the massages. Without
hesitation, the women welcomed me to take a seat and experience the massage,
which proved to be the perfect end to the evening. As one of the attendants
gently ran her fingers through my hair and rocked her knuckles across my scalp
I slipped into a relaxed trance moments away from sleeping.
For several minutes the woman slowly worked over my
head until she had covered every part of my scalp. Eventually, she stepped away
and spoke, “Alright, you’re all done.” In a state of relaxation, I opened my
eyes and sat for a moment before climbing to my feet. “Now that’s the kind of
wellness I can get into!” I announced as I picked up my coat and returned to
Rachael’s side. My candid response forced smiles onto the faces of the booth
attendants as I moved to thank them. After Rachael declined sitting through the
experience herself, the two of us thanked the women for their time and took
stock of the happenings around us.
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