Today was the big day. The first day of my first challenge. It may sound a bit strange, but I was looking forward to this, in a way. Not that I envisioned enjoying the cold shower, but still. I’m going to prove myself, to myself. This has always been a big part of me, I prove to myself that if I decide something, I will do it. If I decide to put my alarm early, I get up when it sounds, no matter what. I decided to take the 30 day cold shower challenge, so I will do it, without hesitating. That’s more easily said than done of course, sitting cozy in the couch the evening before, sipping hot milk.
In the morning I got up from our nice, hot bed to go to the shower. Hesitating came naturally. I got in the cabin, put the thermostat all the way to the coldest and opened the tap. Sweet @#&§% was that cold! Now I wasn’t going to quit obviously. My friends in high school didn’t call me a Russian Siberian experiment for nothing, people that don’t know me personally at work don’t call me “that guy that doesn’t wear sweaters” for nothing. No, I was going to beat this hands down. Well… feet down! I put one foot under. That wasn’t too bad. I mean, sure it was cold but OK, that’s just a foot, not some sensitive part. Then I put the other, one hand, another hand. At this moment I was trying to pump myself up: “it will be over before you know it, how bad can it be, it’s just some water?”. So I took one small step forward and put my head under. Then another step and there I was, standing completely under the shower head of ice-hell. Reflexively I sucked in my breath and started to move back.
No! I stayed under the water but started turning, so the water wouldn’t be at the same spot all the time. A strange feeling came to the parts of my body that got rid of the cold water. In the cold bathroom, they started to feel warm. Just for a moment though, before the ice-spewing shower head would show up again to quench that precious heat. I did this dance for a short minute before I turned off the water. I soaped myself and put the water on again. Not any longer than needed to remove every piece of foam, but I noticed that it was actually a little bit easier to keep standing under it. Maybe the shock effect was gone, since my skin was cold already?
I was happy to get out. Obviously because the torment was over, but of course also because I did it! I was very much awake now and my skin was again glowing a bit where I rubbed it dry. It’s good to end the shower session with a nice feeling. If I would be cold to the bone and shivering, it would probably be very difficult to mentally prepare myself for the next time.
1 day down, 29 to go.