Friday, February 15, 2013

What I like to call Bravery

So a quick little post from the beach. Well, really our hotel room because its cold and rainy. But don't feel bad for me. I spent 5 hours enjoying the spa today while hubby finished up his conference! I got to read and have simple adult conversations with other women (including Mrs. Romney, though she didn't join in conversation) and then end those conversations because we needed a dip in the hot tub or had to get back to uninterrupted reading. Glorious, I tell you!

Recently I read something having me ponder what my bravest moment in life was. I tried to think of one, but thinking is hard these days. Just ask my hubby. He will verify that is true. I wondered if it was when I didn't get my epidural with baby Way. But is crying and begging and screaming that I'm going to die if I didn't get the epidural all that brave? Not really I suppose. However on my tougher days I sure tell myself I can do anything because I never got that oh-so-coveted epidural! Anyway, today I may have experienced my bravest moment! It came when I was soaking in the hot tub. To my right, there was a "warm" tub walk through and to my left there was an "ice frigid cold" walk through tub. You may see where I am going with this. The reasoning behind these 3 tubs side by side is to treat your body to rejuvenation and get your blood circulating, by going in each one up to your neck. I, on the other hand, was convinced it would just give me a heart attack on the spot, and had resolved to just watch countless women walk through the ice cold bath squealing and dashing for the hot tub! Until, 2 Australian women came into the hot tub with me. Now, you may or may not know this, but I have a HUGE obsession with accents. I could write a whole post filled with stories involving me and accents and maybe I will, another time. But back to it, these lovely speaking women decided they would take the polar bear plunge and quickly did so, screaming and describing it in such a glorious Australian way! Just watching that almost made me go for it on my own, but I quietly resolved still, not to do it. Until (again), these women with their accents took it upon themselves to convince me to take the plunge. They encouraged ever so passionately, and well, I did it! I bravely, walked into shoulder depth-colder-than-Siberia-water! And I felt like a 90 year old woman trying to get out of it! I couldn't move fast enough! But, wow, it was awesome! Yes, I squealed, because I was frigid, but also because it was exhilarating and tingly and because I was brave!!

I just finished telling my hubby about my bravest moment and he was excited! He then told me about someone who was giving up complaining for Lent. Hubby decided that he is going to attempt to do that too, Now that is brave!! Maybe not polar bear plunge type brave, but a whole other level of brave, don't you think?

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