2010 Golfweek for Her: The Spa at Doral - Deep Tissue Massage
Doral, Fla. | After taking eighty-odd swats on Doral’s demanding new Jim McLean Signature Course, there is little risk and great reward ahead as I trudge my way up the wide, winding staircase to the second floor at The Spa at Doral – which recently underwent its own $6 million reinvigoration.
Let’s be real: It has been a tough day, and I feel like a dejected pitcher sent to the showers after two innings. Not even one of those high-tech microdermabrasion facials can contort a smile onto my face.
Or so I thought. Alas, soon my head is buried in towels and a headrest, face down, and my seasoned masseuse is removing my pain, melting away the stress of 18 holes . . . one deep-tissue stroke at a time. She works the shoulders, the back, the hamstrings, the feet.
Yes, before long, the only thing still sore is my ego.
Deep Tissue Massage is but one offering in a thick, varied menu.
Hot stones, neuromuscular therapy, classic Shiatsu, Turkish scrubs, Reiki, detox wraps, Ayurvedic healing – there’s a service for whatever ails you.
According to William Arango, the spa’s energetic executive director, though female visitors still outnumber men 2 to 1, Doral is working to remove the “taboo” that treatments are women-specific – especially considering how many men sample the five golf courses outside.
For as little as $130, visitors can choose one service and make use of the spa’s beautiful amenities – Amazon Rainforest showers, indoor and outdoor pools, private sundecks – for an entire day. Also, Doral has partnered with the world-renowned Pritikin Longevity Center to add expanded medical, health and wellness facets to the complex.
As my therapist works magic on my hands and wrists, I’m honored she knows I’m a golfer.
Funny story: A year earlier, she had worked on a nice man during the WGC-CA Championship, a guy in his 30s from San Diego. She found his hands hard and callused, and asked if he worked in construction. No, he explained; he was in town for the golf tournament.
She wondered, “Why would someone travel so far just to watch a silly golf tournament?”
A few days later, Phil Mickelson stood on the 18th green at Doral’s Blue Monster, cradling the trophy in those roughed-up hands. His take: $1.4 million.
Note to Roberta: That’s the only reason he tipped better.