Who will be looking after you
I’m Lenka.
And I used to have no idea
how to slow down either.
Nine years in an office, an aching back and one massage that made me cry. That’s how a journey began that led through Hawaii, Thailand and a monastery near Chiang Mai all the way here — to a small studio in Uhříněves.
Why massage, of all things
I never planned to be a massage therapist. I studied economics, joined a corporate job and spent nine years dutifully filling in spreadsheets. I was rather good at it — and more and more tired.
The turning point came at thirty‑five, when one morning I simply didn’t get up out of bed. Pain in my lower back that wouldn’t go anywhere. Physiotherapy, exercises, taping. And then one massage, after which I sat in the car and cried — not from pain, but from relief.
It dawned on me that what had saved me wasn’t the technique, butattention. That someone gave me a whole hour, asked how it felt and was in no hurry to be anywhere. That can be learned. And it can be passed on.
So I took a course. Then a second one. Then I handed in my notice. It was the best decision I’ve ever made — and also the most terrifying.
The journey
Ten years in six stops
From handing in my notice at a corporate job to a studio in Uhříněves. None of it was planned.
2015
My back said enough
Nine years in an office, twelve hours a day in front of a screen and weekends spent catching up on everything I hadn’t finished. Until one morning the pain in my back wouldn’t let me out of bed. The doctor said: “You need to slow down.” I had no idea how that was done.
2016
The first massage that made me cry
I went to a massage therapist because a colleague recommended her. An hour later I walked out a completely different person. Not because of my back — because someone had looked after me for a whole hour and wanted nothing in return. Three months later I signed up for an accredited course in remedial and sports massage.
2018
Hawaii, by way of Prague
Lomi Lomi taught me that a massage doesn’t have to mean “working the muscle”. Long flowing strokes with the forearm, working with the breath, a rhythm that looks like a dance. It was the first time I understood that hands can speak.
2019
Thailand and 108 beads
I flew to Thailand for a course in Thai oil massage and stayed a month longer than I had planned. In a monastery near Chiang Mai I came across meditation for the first time, and the mala — one hundred and eight beads, one hundred and eight breaths. The number 108 has stayed with me ever since. You’ll find it in my email address too.
2022
Wood and trigger points
I added maderotherapy and deeper work with trigger points. Two techniques that look like opposites — one rhythmic and soothing, the other precise to the point of being uncompromising. Each of them does something the others can’t.
2024
Wau Wau Touch Therapy
Touch therapy came about almost by accident. One client told me the best part of a massage was those light touches at the very beginning. So I turned them into a whole hour. The first time she tried it, the only thing she managed to say was “wau” — Czech for “wow”. And the studio had its name.
108
Buddhism didn’t give me faith.
It gave me a method.
I spent three weeks in a monastery near Chiang Mai and I was bored for most of them. Up at four in the morning, silence, hours of sitting. My mind kept running off to emails I couldn’t read anyway.
And then one day something clicked into place. A monk said a sentence to me that I still use today: “When you wash the bowl, wash the bowl.”Nothing more. When I massage a back, I massage a back. I’m not thinking about the next client, about the shopping, about whether I’m doing it well.
One hundred and eight beads on a mala mean one hundred and eight breaths, one hundred and eight returns to what is here now. The number 108 has stayed with me in my email address — and in the way I work.
Don’t expect altars, incense sticks or mantras here. You won’t recognise the Buddhism in my studio by the decoration, but by the fact that nothing is ever rushed.
What matters to me
Three things that never change here
Presence
During a massage I’m not thinking about the shopping or about my next client. I’m here, with your back. Buddhism taught me that this, really, is the whole practice.
Honesty
If I think a physiotherapist would help you more, I’ll tell you. Massage isn’t a cure for everything, and promising miracles feels unfair to me.
Safety
I only uncover the part of your body I’m working on. I ask before I press harder. And your “that’s enough” is always the last word.
Training and courses
What I’ve trained in
The craft of massage can’t be learned from a video. Every year I add something new — sometimes a technique, sometimes just a different way of looking at what I already know.
- Remedial and sports massage — accredited course (Czech Ministry of Education)
- Hawaiian Lomi Lomi Nui massage
- Thai oil massage (Chiang Mai, Thailand)
- Maderotherapy — massage techniques with wooden tools
- Myofascial trigger points
- Touch therapy and working with the nervous system
- Anatomy and physiology of the musculoskeletal system
- First aid
And away from the massage table?
A few things you don’t know about me
I bake bread, because I love that it can’t be hurried. I go running in the Uhříněves deer park in the mornings, even when I don’t feel like it. I have two cats who come and lie down on the massage table whenever I’m between clients.
And I still keep a list of things I want to try. This year it has shiatsu and lymphatic drainage on it. We’ll see where that takes me next.
Looking forward to meeting you
I’d love to meet you
Pick a time online, call, or send a WhatsApp message. A first massage is always a bit of getting to know each other — and that’s perfectly fine.