March 9, 2003

I’d love nothing more than to escape the freeze, but an extended vacation to the tropics isn’t in the cards, and I can’t afford to visit the lavish and swank spas that dot our urban landscape with the kind of frequency I’m looking for. What’s a girl to do? The drill goes like this: you practically sweat your skin off in a Russian stone sauna, with periodic buckets full of ice-cold water dumped over your head. When you can’t take any more, you leave the sauna and jump into the arctic plunge pool. When your heart starts beating again, you drag your withered body back into one of the 4 different saunas and steam rooms for more ‘schvitzing’.