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Day 29 A cold shower story

Buzz, buzz, buzz…! I lean over grabbing my phone off my desk, turn off the alarm, and lie back down. Convenient having a desk at the end of my bed, however, it makes it quite easy to not want to get out. I roll the bed covers over my face, just five more minutes. Of course, I’m awake now so sleep has forsaken me. I jump out of bed, no literally I drop like four feet, and walk over to my closet. Grab my towel, phone, and walk out of the door. The bathroom is immediately to the right, my roommate and the spare closet is to the left, and the living is straight ahead. I turn left, opening the closet door quietly so I don’t wake up my roommate, grab my shower stuff, and walk to the bathroom.

I close the bathroom door behind me and turn around to face the mirror. It’s a small bathroom with a sink and a mirror in the front, toilet seat to left, and a full shower further to the left. Everything seems to be squeezed in perfectly. I follow my normal route not really thinking about anything. I place my towel on the rack, in front of the toilet, my shampoo and body wash in the shower, and the rest, along with my phone, on the sink countertop. I walk over to the shower and turn the knob to cold. Pull up on the tab and the water starts shooting out of the shower head. I tilt the shower head downwards, for later when I get in. I turn around and set my timer to five minutes, not that I need it since I have the timing down perfectly. Strip off my cloths and walk over to the shower. I pull the current back and step in.

The icy cold water hits my feet but it feels good, like a nice cooling feeling.  I take a step forward towards the shower head and I feel the cold water covering my legs. I then breathe in deeply, and then out, as I push the shower head up towards my chest. The ice water shocks my body but it fun. I smile as my body wants to shiver from the freezing water sucking the heat from my chest. I keep moving undeterred by the feeling. I turn around facing in reverse. The shower head is a foot shorter than my head, so I kind of do the splits as I place my feet on opposite ends of the bathtub. This shortens me considerably so that I lean my head back into the stream of cold water. It instantly starts to freeze my scalp, going deeper into my brain, and slowly runs down my back tickling ever nerve. By now, my skin has fully tightened, as goose bumps spread across my body. I keep breathing, in and out, controlling my natural response to shiver.

I stand back up and grab my shampoo. As I lathering through my hair, I can’t feel the cold water on my back anymore. This happens quickly as my body adapts to the cold temperature.  I like this feeling but only because my chest isn’t used to anymore. I lather on my body wash and turn around to wash it off. The cold water strikes my chest, a rush of ice kissing my body, and I laugh a little. It’s like shock therapy for my mind, everything is intense and powerful. It makes me feel more alive and energize than anything I know! I turn around and wash out my hair, enjoying again the tickling feeling of freezing cold water rolling down my back. I turn to face the stream of water head on. I know that I only have about twenty more seconds. I force my face down down into the stream of cold water. The water feels amazing, invigorating, as the cold water flows over my face. This is my favorite part of taking cold showers, nothing else comes close.

Buzz, buzz, buzz…! Right on schedule! I turn the shower off and open the curtain. Buzz, buzz, buzz…! Reach over, grab my towel, and start drying off a little. I step out and turn off my phone. I’m a little cold now, and I can see that my lips are slightly blue in the mirror. I smile, at myself, feeling like a badass! I quickly dry off, put on my shorts, and go on with my day.

Nothing beats a cold shower in the morning!


Day 8 A Cold Shower Story

I thought it would be fun and a little challenging to write about one of my cold showers in the fashion of a story. This would be a first so I hope you enjoy.

Buzz, buzz, buzz…! Agh morning already, I reach over to turn off the phone. I lay in my warm and oh so cozy bed not wanting to move or get up. Whatever, I am awake now got to start the day sometime. I grab my towel, shampoo, and body wash and head over to the guest bathroom. The bathroom has fake wood panel flooring with a Native American theme for the decor. I place my towel on a bathroom counter and put my shampoo and body wash into the shower. It’s a long shower one of those bath tubs and showers combined with two glass sliding doors.

I turn the shower knob slightly to the left just enough to let cold water start rushing out. Then I pull up on a lever forcing the water to shoot out of the shower head. The water feels pretty cold as I stick my hand in stream to test it out. It reminds me of how I felt jumping over a sprinkler on a hot summer day. When that water first hit me as a child and I would let out a little scream of terror and enjoyment, mixed emotions that only seem like fun and excitement back then. But to a tired mind, the water only sends signals ice, pain, and panic. I ignore these thoughts and move on.

I like walking into the shower from the back, habit I guess, so I slide the glass door closed and open the back one. I undress and extend one leg into the shower. The feeling of the water sends a shiver crawling up my back. The worst part though is yet to come, and I even consider this feeling easy. Not stopping or freezing, I keep moving forward. I start moving towards the front of the shower and my thoughts tell that the “best” part is about to happen. When that cold water first hits my chest, it’s like someone pouring hundreds of ice cubes down my shirt. Except, I have to keep them there for a whole five minutes.

As the cold water hits my stomach, I immediately take a deep breath in. Otherwise, the shock will force a painful gasp. My entire body goes on alert and every little hair feels likes its standing awake, goose bumps ripping down my body. My skin tightens and my muscles quiver. I remind myself to breath normally and in controlled paces. This calms the initial panic and steadies my mind. Although this all happens in what could be seconds, it feels quite long. The skin remains tight but the panic fades. I turn around, grab the shampoo, and start cleaning my hair. Then I grab my luffa and body wash and start scrubbing clean. This actually hurts my skin a little, now that that the cold water has made it so inflexible.

With every movement the ice cold water hits another body part, and I feel the heat strip away from me. It’s funny how quickly one part of my body will get used to the feeling and another will forget. It seems like a never ending dance with the ice princess. Now and again, I have to let out a little whooh, and practically beat my chest to keep the motivation going. It’s primal, I know, but it really helps when you are freezing your ass off! The shower head is about a foot shorter than I am so I have to squat down and lean back to wash out my hair. It makes me laugh aloud at the awkwardness of my position, or it could be I’m being hysterical due the freezing cold water striking again my scalp and turning what’s left of my brain into an ice cube. Either way, it seems hilarious in my mind which only makes me feel a little insane.

I turn around and force my face into the stream of cold water. The feeling reinvigorate my entire body, and I start to wonder what a hot shower felt like. I remember warmth and relaxation but these only seem like words now. Why would I want to give up this feeling of being alive to something that relaxes and dulls my mind? Why wouldn’t someone want start the day feeling energize and powerful? Similar questions race inside my frozen head.  Buzz, buzz, buzz…! Wow has it been five minutes already? I turn the knob and step out of the shower. It still surprises my body when I feel warmer outside of the shower than inside.

I reach over and turn off the alarm. As I quickly dry off, one thought slowly creeps into my head, what the heck am I going to write about today?

The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon. ~ Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

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