Stray Dog Revolution
Yes, I skipped a day. Not a post, but a day of showering. Because I didn't exercise. At least, that was my excuse. But this morning I once again braved the cold and came out victorious. If you call covered in goosebumps and exhilarated victorious, that is. I'm not finding that this challenge is getting any easier, although I am learning to control my breath and the curse words that involuntarily fly outta my mouth. I don't think I uttered any words this morning, in fact. I just shivered and breathed deeply, trying my best to wash as quickly as humanly possible.
My strategy has been to get all wet, then shut off the shower and soap up. This gives me a slight reprieve from the onslaught of droplets that sting as they hit my skin. (Doesn't this challenge sound amazing?) Then I quickly rinse. And this morning I was successful in getting all the shampoo out of my hair, but not without acquiring a headache from the cold. Next time? I need to use less shampoo.
The one thing I'm realizing through all of this is that I'm pretty much willing to endure anything. I mean, this is essentially a meaningless challenge. Unlike the no mirror challenge, this one doesn't seem to hold some deeper meaning. (Although it does build an appreciation for modern conveniences that we all take for granted.) This challenge feels purely physical.
It does, however, illustrate my level of stick-to-it-tiveness. I said I would do it, and I'm sticking with it. Not as in, "Look at me? Look how superior I am to you and your inability to keep your word." But more as in proving to myself that I can, and will, follow through when it matters. To which you respond, "Peeshaw. Why does a cold shower matter? Why does it matter that you didn't look at your reflection?"
Integrity, I guess. And a willingness to challenge myself just for the hell of it to learn something about myself. About others. About being a human being on this planet, in this time period.
It's funny... Many moons ago, I went on an Outward Bound adventure that lasted 53 days. On the very first morning, our leaders woke us up at 4am and made us do what they lovingly referred to as the "Run and Dip." Yes, dip. Not guacamole, mind you, but lake. Well, giant mud puddle, really. And to top it off? There were snow flurries coming down that morning. It was probably the most terrifying thing I'd been asked to do in my 21 years (yes, I was sheltered) and I really, really did not want to do it. But I did. And I learned something about myself. I learned that I was willing to taste bitter. Not to fit in or to prove something to anyone. But to prove something to myself.
I guess some things never change.