I just did my third cold plunge this morning. 10 minutes in the San Francisco Bay, which was 56°. The chilly SF wind didn’t make it any warmer.
But I love it. I love it so much! It makes me feel like a badass.
This is something I never would have done before cancer. Sure, I’ve waded in up to my knees after a long run in the Presidio. But that is an entirely different thing than submerging up to your neck for 10 or more minutes.
I’ve been trying to figure out why I like it so much. It’s not like I enjoy being cold.
I think one reason is it makes me feel like an athlete again. I’ve been working so hard since chemo to maintain my fitness, regain my strength, and overcome physical setbacks, so it feels very validating to be able to do (props to my awesome trainer & coach, Keir).
It also feels like a challenge of mindset- seeking out and then doing something outside of my comfort zone. As I move through survivorship I’m learning how important this is for me. It makes me feel, well- alive. (Or maybe that’s just the cold water?)
And I’m sure I also like it because of the physical benefits. I feel calmer, and my muscles feel good-heavy-tired, like after a hard swim… a sense of peace.
Anyway, you slice it, I’m a huge fan.
Get out there and do the things that make you feel like a badass!- make you feel alive!- and make you feel at peace.
I’m one of these people now.
(Crissy Beach, Presidio of SF)