The husband said it would be tough; maybe even distressing. Well. . . those weren't quite the words he used, but suffice it to say he more or less said it would be agonizing. And that did make me take a slight pause.
Of course, I ignored it and forged valiantly onward, but only because I'm sick and twisted.
When it comes down to it, I have to say, once again, the husband's uncanny ability to be right about everything humanly possible (except when he says I'm not dying when I actually am), was exactly on target. It was dreadfully awful. And I'm demented.
Adding 40-pounds of ice to my cold bath water so I could sit in it for 15-minutes is probably not going to be my claim to fame.
Ooops. . . .I created confusion. Imagine that. So, I need to do a wee bit of clarification for all y'all. The ice bath was agonizing. I only ran a training run of 14-miles prior to that. Currently, my leg muscles feel like a million-trillion euros, even if it seemed as if I was completely and utterly neekid in the subarctic Antarctica where only penguins survive for 15-minutes of my life.
I did; however, wear a sweatshirt on my upper body. No reason to completely torture myself. . . Right?