Submission (Part 1)

   A little over two weeks ago I received a message from my younger brother ( Trainer and best friend) saying that he found a few articles on something called Cold Shower Therapy. Most of the time when he sends me something different I know it is one of his new challenges and think at that moment that he has gone mad, but of course, since I am curious I read on. After reading this madness that I will soon elaborate on, I laugh and say "Yeah right!". I mean, I love hot showers. Showers so hot that I need extra lotion to make my dry skin come back to life. As I'm laughing at the idea of even trying this ridiculous "therapy" he sends me another message saying that he is starting the challenge the next day. And then it hit me. The feeling of my adrenaline pumping to compete and do it so I can show him that I am as crazy as he is. So I searched through more articles and read how the process goes. It is a thirty day challenge. For thirty days you may only shower with cold water for at least five minutes. This means if you shower more than once a day, yes, you will shower again with cold water. Now the question is how cold does the water have to be? The coldest your faucet will allow you to set it. You go in the shower with cold water and you will end your shower with cold water.
   I wanted to find some support in NOT doing this absurd challenge, so I told my father and my ten year old son about it. As soon as I said it my son told me he was in. WHAT????
The next morning I woke up to someone grumbling loudly in the bathroom and the water was running. Oh yeah, it was my ten year old son taking his first cold shower. I couldn't believe it. Now I had to do it not only because my son did it but also because I did not want to let him down.
   I got up, got dressed and went to the gym. During my kick class I tried imagining how I would do this cold shower thing. Later I picked up my son and I did my weekly conditioning while he kicked the ball around with my brother.
  And so then time arrived that I had to shower. I circled around the house looking for things to do, as to delay what I was about to endure, but I was being watched by my son and knew there was no way out.