It’s getting nippy out here. A good workout in our uninsulated shop is my cold therapy and muscle building 2 in 1. Yes, I’m wearing a camo jacket to work out in. Lululemon, I hang my head in shame under your critical gaze.
When the temperature drops and it’s -30c, everything is “cold therapy”. That’s when I start turning to my sauna and full-spectrum light bed for a little “light and heat therapy”. Still, what we just call “winter” here in Canada, now has a snazzy new name with better understanding of the science behind the benefits of cold exposure. I’m sure our daughter will be most impressed to know she’s getting her “cold therapy” in when we’re out shoveling ourselves out of another snowstorm or breaking ice on the cattle trough.
When I was in the military, “cold therapy” was called “Winter Ops”, used interchangeably with “torture”. Still, I’ve always loved distinct seasons. Even the bitter, frigid days of winter bring ice skating and curling up next to the wood stove. There is nothing quite as magical as lying in sparkling snow under a clear, full-moon night, with your lover in your arms. Quiet so profound you can hear each other’s hearts beating.
You won’t get that in summer.
Hark! My gym partner is berating me for slacking off! Back to our day of putting our garden to bed for the winter, bringing our “baby” for her driver’s license test, and loading up a bull to return to his rightful home. I will miss his sweet, apple-loving, red-haired face and his gentle company.
What about you? Distinct seasons or soft-bellied warm season chaser? I jest. Sort of.6d