For all of its restorative properties, my ice bath stirs up a surprising amount of anxiety within me.
There, I said it. There's this nagging voice in the back of my mind that murmurs, "Not today" each time I glance at the empty chest freezer.
When I left for my trip to Italy, I emptied and cleaned it. Since returning I ... procastinated.
The idea of filling it up, seeing the temperature gauge dropping, the thought of the water gradually dipping to freezing point, have created a mental barrier.
I know it's silly. I understand that the act of overcoming this apprehension, taking that leap into the ice cold water, is precisely the purpose of the ice bath. Each time, no matter how many times you've done it, the water remains just as shockingly cold, the impact is just as real. It doesn't become a walk in the park, ever. And yes, that feeble excuse I tell myself - "we're not in summer anymore" - it's just an excuse. Because the season makes little difference once you're already submerged in the ice-cold water!
So, it's time for action. Today. Right Now.
No more excuses, no more running from the inevitable. All it takes is a deep breath, a hard look in the mirror, and the courage to confront the truth.
It's just water.