my adventures in China, I traveled to South Korea for work, where I remain for now. I knew there was a sauna and gym in the basement of our hotel, and one of my coworkers was so kind as to give me a pass he received to go check it out. After my seven-mile pace run today, I stopped at the sauna.
It was a fantastic spa featuring several pools of different temperatures, a sauna and a steam room. All of which required you to be nude. All the time. Every where.
After my initial glance over the place, I decided "When in Rome (or Korea) ..." and disrobed.
Thankfully, none of my coworkers have discovered this gem of a spa and if other people were staring at me, I couldn't see them without my glasses or understand them speaking Korean, so it was all good.
Once I got used to being naked, it was a great afternoon at the spa. The coldest therapy pool was like taking an ice bath for my whole body, which was soothing for my post-run aches and pains. I really think I need a steam room and lavender-scented pool at home now, too.
It got me thinking about our cultural constructs concerning nudity. We come into this world naked and spend the remainder of our lives picking out expensive clothes and accessories to cover it with. It's an interesting dichotomy since we also spend a considerable amount of time, energy and money on our bodies, worrying about the food we eat and the workouts we miss, but are apprehensive to show off our hard work (hence the Sports Bra Challenge).
It made me think about how I view myself. I've skipped out on invitations to pools and beaches because I'm not 100 percent OK with how I look. That's pathetic. I work out, I eat OK and this is how I look. We are who we are, naked, clothed, young and old.