I love the word “dichotomy” it is defined thusly:
Last night I was soaking in our friends’ hot tub (yes, that is the correct usage of the possessive form of friends – because there are two of them – I never lie about possessives) and it occurred to me that hot tubs are kind of a dichotomy.
From teen-aged to some undetermined age, they represent youth, fun, parties, sensuality, drunken escapades, STDs (possibly a yeast infection or two if it’s a public hot tub). You know – those kinds of Hot Tub things.
Then as the years pass, you realize you’ve morphed into the other group of hot tub users – the ones that are using it because the body parts are no longer as ‘fresh’ and ‘pain free’ as they once were. You’re using it for therapy
So last night as I sat in my friends’ awesome hot tub with the cover only pulled back half way and no groovy colored lights going, I realized that I now crossed over from party tub to therapy tub. And boy, did it make the decrepitude and my hamstring injury feel better.
So there you have it – from young and yeasty to old and ouchy. I’ve crossed over – my magic number is 43.
A thank you to my friend, ‘Mike’ – who sat with me eating salad whilst I soaked and talked about this very topic…and my friends ‘Aleck’ & ‘Vivian’, who let me use their HOT TUB. I’ve not changed their names to protect their identities, but I did use single quotes around their names so you would think that I did. I’m sly that way ~