Choosing discomfort

The other day I did something crazy. I willingly paid money to stand inside a body chamber set to -230 degrees Fahrenheit.





I don't know what the weather is like where you live, but around these parts it's pretty nippy. The day I stepped in the chamber it was around 30 degrees outside. So I wasn't doing it to cool off. In fact I felt like I should be trying to stay as warm as possible.


The treatment is called cryotherapy, and it's a noninvasive way of lowering body temperature in order to reduce inflammation. I have a torn rotator cuff that causes persistent pain, and cryotherapy is supposed to help heal it.


To get maximum benefit, you need to stand inside the chamber with minimal clothing on. In fact, any injured areas should be completely exposed. For me this looked like a tee shirt, shorts, two pairs of gloves and two pairs of socks. My fingers and toes are unusually sensitive to cold, hence the extra layers.


Before I entered the chamber my brain went ballistic. It came up with every possible reason this was a terrible idea.