Yes, I brought a Massager to the BBQ (and you probably should too). 😉
Let me set the scene:
It’s a sunny Saturday, the grill’s going, someone’s yelling about who makes the best baked beans, and I’m over in the shade... rolling my feet on a little contraption like my life depends on it.
Because, frankly? It kind of does.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: Mark, you brought a roller ball massager to a BBQ? Really?
Yep. Sure did.
Right next to my folding chair with back support, my compression socks, and a trusty little bottle of Outback Oil in my pocket.
And you know what? I was the only one not waddling to the car like I just did leg day at the gym.
Let’s be honest—cookouts, reunions, backyard get-togethers… they sound relaxing, but if you’re dealing with:
Achy feet 👣
Stiff knees 🦵
Sciatica that kicks up every time you stand too long 🔥
Or just that “walking on gravel” feeling (you know the one)...
Then you know how fast a fun event can turn into “when can I sit down without looking like I’m 90?”
I’ve learned the hard way (too many times) what happens when I show up unprepared. So now, I keep a few non-negotiables in the trunk during BBQ season:
Roller Ball Massager –Palm-sized with stainless steel massage balls that feel like heaven on tired feet and calves. After an hour of standing, I roll my arches while I sit and chat. (Add a little bit of Outback Oil onto it, and it feels incredible.)
Compression socks – Not the itchy kind from the drugstore. I found some good ones that feel like a hug for your legs.
Chair with back support – Because picnic benches are made for teenagers and punishment.
Waiting until you're in pain to do something about it is like waiting for your car to break down before getting an oil change.
No one notices the “weird stuff” you bring—and if they do, they usually ask where they can get it too.
People will take better care of the BBQ ribs than they do their own bodies. Don’t be that guy.
I used to avoid bringing my comfort tools places. I didn’t want to be the “high-maintenance guy” with the roller, the socks, the smells (Outback smells good, by the way—but still, people notice).
But you know what? I was also the guy who left early, missed out, or paid for it the next day. 😣
Now? I stay, I relax, I even dance a little (if there’s a good playlist and enough shade).
Taking care of yourself isn’t a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of wisdom.
Ask yourself:
Do my feet hate me after standing for more than 10 minutes?
Do I pretend I’m “fine” when really I’m eyeing the nearest chair like it’s a lifeboat?
Am I still trying to “tough it out” like I’m 30?
If the answer’s yes to any of those… maybe it’s time to pack the massager. 😉
So yes, I brought a foot roller to the BBQ.
And no, I’m not sorry about it.
If you see me at the next one, I’ll let you try it—but you might not want to give it back.
Take care of yourself this summer,
Because you deserve to enjoy the fun without paying for it later.
Mark