In the mornings you can find me
doing jumping jacks
on my bathroom floor.
I don’t know how I talk myself into these things…
The water gets turned to freezing.
I mean, the last 13 times have been a breeze,
Every day I am surprised by
how cold water can get and, as
I suppress high-pitched yelps of pain and shock,
my breath escapes through my skin, and I feel badly
about torturing that tube of toothpaste this morning.
I feel like a tube of toothpaste.
An empty tube.
Empty of logic and common sense, BUT
full of determination and drive –
running in place underneath the shower faucet.
“It’s fun” is what I will later say.
“You should try it!”
I pride myself on being slightly sadistic.
This has been my weekly shower update – in the form of a poem.
I have now completed 13 cold showers! I am almost half way there. I’ve heard that many of you are also taking me up on this challenge.
Teal Fiddler (from “Teal’s Bookbag” )
Ligeia Tunnicliffe (from “Shekhinah: The Grace of his Loving Touch”
Keep Going!! We can make it through this together!
If you are also doing the cold water challenge, let me know and I will mention you and your blog on my next cold shower update.