December 27, 2005
i feel better
I'm now certain that I'm NOT allergic to my hot tub. And 104 degrees is the PERFECT temperature for the water. And that 20-minutes-and-out rule is for pussies--- it don't get good until you've been in there for almost an hour. That's when the jets really start working on you.
I had myself a nice, long hydro-therapy session when I got home from the golf course today and I feel fine--- almost glowing. I may not be as sore tomorrow as I thought. After having the tub for a week, I have decided that I should have bought one when I first moved into the Crackerbox. It's wonderful.
This week, I'm going to put up some privacy fence around my patio so the tub can't be seen by the neighbors. They turn green with envy every time I take a soak and I don't want to... tantalize them, even though they should know that's it's not polite to stare.
Especially when I tub nekkid.
It's FREEZING cold here today - that hot tub sounds mighty DAMN good...
Say - how does all that water affect the bionics anyway? Don't want to fry Roscoe! :)
Doesn't all that soaking and jet action dry your skin? I would turn into a pink prune.
You don't want them calling the cops because they saw Golem get out of your hot tub.
"that 20-minutes-and-out rule is for pussies"
The Japanese would agree with you. I've heard stories about people staying in hot spring baths in Japan for days on end...
I keep my hot tub at 100*. But it's a subjective thing - some like it hotter and some like it more tepid. Either is okay. Just keep in mind that the hot water *will* raise your body temperature. If you stay in 104* water long enough, you will come out with a fever.
Just sayin is all.
I live somewhat further north that you, and I LOVE my hot tub in the winter time. The first winter I had it, we got a snow storm one night. After midnight, I went outside in my heavy coat and removed the cover and got everything ready. My wife and I then doffed all clothing and went running out, through the snow, and slid into that wonderful, steaming water.
It was heaven.
When we got out, she immediately ran into the house to dry off while I stayed long enough to replace the cover. I was out of the tub and buck nekkid, yet even though it was still pouring snow, my body temp was high enough that I never once felt chilled.
When I walked into the house, my wife started laughing her ass off at me.
I said "what?"
She said "Look in the mirror."
I did and saw that I had an inch of fresh snow on top of my head.