I belong to this fancy-schmancy health club where many patrons are attractive and fit. It’s a far cry from the other gyms I’ve roamed in my life. Not very homey. A bit too much preening. Perhaps it’s the overabundance of thong bikinis versus my royal blue Speedo that makes me feel out of place.
If you’re wondering what I’m doing in a club with access to massages, sushi bar, café, salon, and rooftop lounge pool that’s totally useless for lap swimming, note that it’s free. Medicare, concerned that I’m old and out of shape, pays my monthly dues, which is apparently cheaper than footing the bill for a trip to the hospital.

The best part of the club is a prettily tiled, softly lit room with a whirlpool, sauna, steam, and cold plunge, the last of which was something I’d never tried before joining. As you might expect, I was dubious the first time I stared down into the small glittering pool. I was reminded of the two previous occasions I’d been immersed in cold water. One was when I was about 12. I was crossing a frozen stream and fell through the ice. The water was shallow, so I wasn’t in any danger, but damn it was cold. The second time I plunged into frigid water was intentional. I was in St. Petersburg Florida where I’d joined 105 men for a five week course bent on making us better baseball umpires. After a long dusty session of calling balls and strikes, safes and outs, I eyed the pool near the barracks.
“It’s too cold to swim!” One of the instructors pointed out.
I’m a Jersey girl, so the low 70s didn’t seem cold to me. I darted back to my room, donned my one-piece, and ran back to the pool, by which time a bunch of my classmates were waiting for me.
“You’re crazy!” one called out.
Some of the guys laughed. I was tempted to dip a toe into the water to see what I was getting myself into.
“Go ahead. Jump in!”
“She’ll never do it!”
There was no turning back, so I dove in. As soon as I hit the water I felt like I’d been kicked in the chest. The air burst from my lungs. I tried to calm myself, as I didn’t want to surge up gasping. I managed to smile when I surfaced, and even though I could barely feel my limbs I paddled around, acting like it was all rather refreshing. The men seemed a bit disppointed as I walked unsteadily to my room. Not surprisingly, it took a long stay in a hot shower to thaw me out.
With those memories bright in my mind, I stepped into the cold plunge.
Before I go on…note that according to Web.MD, cold plunges can be good for us. Icy baths can improve heart health, help with muscle recovery after exercise, lower stress, boost your immune system, improve your mood, and may help diabetics lower their blood sugar. Of course, cold plunges may not be good for everyone, so check with your doctor before you the dive in.
I walked down the steps quickly and gasped as I sat on the tile seat, the frigid water reaching up to my neck. Then I checked the thermometer, which appeared to be somewhere in the mid-50 degree range. In less than a minute, I bolted out.
And yet, strangely perhaps, I did it again. And again.
I can’t say I love the plunge, which I manage mostly by deep breathing. But I now stay in five minutes. My old bones seem to like it. And there’s a feeling of badassery when I walk out, sometimes to the astonishment of those bikini bods in the room. I kind of like that.

Your Forgotten Sons
Inspired by a true story
Anne Montgomery
Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares for the invasion of Europe in 1943. A chance comment has Bud assigned to a Graves Registration Company, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine, a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose secretive nature and shadowy past leave many unanswered questions. When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva’s love be enough to save him?
Release Date: June 6, 2024
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