Ice Bath Extraordinaire

I wasn’t so sure when I climbed into a cold bath and emptied the contents of my ice bin over my legs at 1 p.m. on a Monday. But the difference is appreciable after finishing my last long run of the season (save the race). Wearing my brother’s old prep-school football hooded sweatshirt and slurping a spicy bean soup helped. Turns out my running buddies do know what they are talking about.