Cold Shower: Day one
I didn’t hop out of bed and get in. I went for a run first and then did some chores. Then I turned the water to cold. But I couldn’t get in the water. My reasonable side informed me I’d actually be foolish to step into freezing water. So I turned the dial right between warm and cold and hopped in. It was cold for me as I normally take steamy showers. Slowly I made it colder and colder. I washed my hair. I shaved and nicked my legs more than I have ever before. Shaving in cold water is a bad choice—whether it’s the shivers or the goose bumps something goes terribly wrong.
I made a lot of high pitched noises. I shivered. I thought getting a chill couldn’t possibly be good for me. I thought the water probably wasn’t even cold enough. The water was freezing, but when it hit my warm head it actually heated up and got a little warmer. There is a benefit to being hot-headed. I tried to stay out of the water as much as possible. It was awful.
And then I turned the water off and suddenly things seemed fabulous. I felt really awake and invigorated. It seemed like there was a positive—a light at the end of the tunnel. I told myself that the next day I would get in with the temperature where I had left off today. (Yeah right…check in tomorrow to find out…)