Ode to my Hot Tub
I love my hot tub. My husband installed it this fall, and hooked it up to his wonky-yet-extremely-inexpensive coal heating system for our house, so it costs us nothing to heat. (Important in Alberta, and with our outrageous gas prices.)
At first, I didn’t want the hot tub, I’ll admit. I’m a water-lover, but I didn’t want one more thing to clean, to maintain. I feel I have enough on my To Do list here. I even tried to convince him that we should sell it.
Bad, bad Bev!
Now that I’m pursuing fitness in a much bigger way, I adore the hot tub. The jets are incredible on the back, legs, and feet after a hard run or workout at the gym. And I also love hanging out with my husband in the hot tub … no kids, no phone, no TV, no computer. It’s like being around a campfire …. it’s all about the chatting for me. 
Going to grab a big ol’ glass of lemoned ice water (beer is my number one choice but beer quickly undoes the caloric “good” I do running and working out…) and make my way out to the hot tub right now! Did a great run this afternoon … 4 sets of 10 minute running; with 2 min walking breaks between them. I have to celebrate … because it’s actually getting easier! Yay!
