Like many of us who are willing to try trendy wellness treatments, I’m a results-driven person. I'm game to try anything to achieve a certain outcome. I’ve tried several different workout programs to look and feel better—butt workouts, Kayla Itsines, intermittent fasting, giving up coffee—you name it, I’ve probably tried it. So when I first heard of cryotherapy, the buzzy treatment wellness influencers, athletes, and fitness enthusiasts can't get enough of, I was equal parts intrigued and terrified. Intrigued because I've heard it works to heal sore muscles and boost energy levels but scared because it involves standing in a very cold chamber—250°Farenheit—for three whole minutes in nothing but socks and gloves.
It took me three months to book an appointment because I was finding every logical reason why I didn’t want to voluntarily freeze. My stomach was in knots when I showed up for my first appointment, and I even tried to make an excuse to leave once I’d already gotten there. Spoiler alert: I survived... and even noticed I felt better the next day. I immediately started going three times a week for a month to see if it's the real deal.