You'd think that after a week, the shower thing would have ironed itself out. Frankly, I continue to struggle to shower myself and not everything else in the room. But, after returning from a long morning of fire training, I didn't care about where the water went, as long as I could clean up. What, you ask, is the most important thing about that post-workout shower? Hot friggin water! What was not working in the entire hotel when we returned? You guessed it, the hot water.
Turning the knob produced a puff of air...not even hot air! I called the front desk, only to find that they were unaware that there was a problem, "We'll have to look into that" was the response. Hmmm, this could be a problem, especially considering that I could barely stand my own stench. All I wanted to do was get clean and relax. My only choice, a cold shower. Kenny basically dared me to do it, and so it was done.
I entered the bathroom and mentally prepared myself for the cold. One last attempt at the hot water proved that I had no other options. The cold water began flowing and I entered the ice bath.
The water wasn't actually frigid. But let's not kid ourselves, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest when the spray first hit my skin. My respiratory rate increased and my brain is screaming, "get away from the cold water you ass!" I struggled on. Deep breathing exercises allowed me to maintain consciousness. The final rinse was pure torture. I was clean, but refreshed? Not so much.
To add insult to injury, as I closed the cold water down, I decided to attempt the hot water, just for fun. The spout spit and sputtered and produced wonderful hot water. Un-friggin-believable!
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