
Goodman asked whether I was shivering. I honestly couldn't tell. My normal sensory perception was shot. Concern that my heart was about to explode was mixed with a strange euphoria. Apparently what was happening was this: My blood was rushing to the core of my body to protect my vital organs and save my life. Good to know I have that function. The only noise I could hear was the clogs on my feet banging against the floor. I must have been shivering.
After two minutes, my time was up. You can't stay in too long or you will die. I was a bit disoriented. Renata ordering me to, "moving! moving! moving!" didn't help. But once the initial shock faded, I did feel great. That was the feeling of my blood rushing back to my extremities.
The whole thing felt like torture to me. So why are they offering it at the Champneys Spa? Well, because the anecdotal evidence from Poland, Japan, and now London is mounting that it makes you feel and look good. Helena, one of the spa managers, said she's noticed a marked difference in her skin. I didn't see the before version, but I can confirm her skin does now look lovely.
One session wasn't enough to plump up my sagging cheeks. But I felt wonderful for the rest of the day. I felt like I'd done a hard workout, but I hadn't even gone to the gym. Perfect.
I love endorphins, but I find exercise a bit boring.