This morning I started pumping up in bed already, I knew what was coming so it was a bit more difficult, mentally.
It’s not nice, lying in a hot bed, thinking that the next thing you are going to do is quite the exact opposite. Eventually my youngest son wandered into our room, so I took that as a signal to get it on!
I started the same as day 1, with just wetting my feet, then my hands. I decided not to take the sudden plunge into the ice river today, but to gradually move in. Working up courage I moved my full legs, then arms, top of my head under the shower, one by one. Every time I put a new body part under the water, I felt this typical urge to to inhale and stop. Every time I tried to just focus on breathing, it sort of helped. Now eventually I had to go fully under of course, but I had the impression that my gradual approach worked a tad better than the big bang.
I stood under the water, making myself wet and cold everywhere, for some 2 minutes, put the water off and soaped and then rinsed myself for another 2 minutes or so. At this point, I kid you not, my ‘most sensitive parts’ started to hurt. I don’t know why, but this was my signal to get out. I think putting the window open before going in the shower was a bad decision, I didn’t get any warm feeling during or after drying myself off, it was more as if I couldn’t get myself dry.
All in all, today was a mixed experience, going in went better, but I didn’t get any nice feeling after coming out. Just cold. Remind me to close the window tomorrow morning, that cold 5°C air sure didn’t help. It’s a habit from taking hot showers, so that the bathroom is not full of steam. I guess that’s not going to be needed anymore.
So what’s this viking doing on top you might ask? Well I started wearing my viking t-shirt for moral support-to-self. I can’t imagine how a viking would have washed himself a 1000 years ago in the Scandinavian winter, but I’d like to think that they couldn’t care less when they broke through the ice and poured 0°C water over themselves.