The Sauna
I grew up as a teenager in the 1970’s. During that time, I was privileged to have
access to my parents’ business, a “health spa”.
Back then, it was a place to work out with other amenities like a sauna
and whirlpool. I often went there to
partake of the sauna and whirlpool, skipping the work out part. It was a wet sauna, with the lava rocks that
could be doused in water to produce steam.
Of course, the interior was made of that fresh-smelling wood, and I
imagine it would have held 8-10 people comfortably. The joke that was always told on me by my
parents originated in that particular sauna.
I became friends with many of the members, very much my senior, because of
my frequent visits. Marion Brooks was
one of those ladies who just happened to be in the sauna with me that day. We had been in the sauna for a while when she
said to me: “your cheeks are red” to which I replied, without hesitation, “which
ones?”. She thought that response was hilarious
and proceeded to share it with my parents.
For decades that story was repeated over and over again. It always began with “remember that time, when
Tammy was in the sauna with Marion Brooks?”
I might as well record it here because my mom has passed and my dad is
struggling with memory loss, so it may never be spoken again at this point.
In March of this year, I purchased my own sauna from Amazon
for a reasonable price. It is a single
person sauna, 27” x 35” x 63”, reminiscent of a phone booth. It was delivered to my home in a large
box. I assembled it myself, building it in
my laundry room. It is a far-infrared sauna
which produces dry heat up to 148 degrees and has that sweet-smelling wood. It also has a radio with surprisingly good
speakers. Now I sit there in solitude for
a 20-minute session, remembering my time with Marion and listening to old
classic songs from my youth. After about
12-15 minutes, I begin to perspire profusely, and my heart rate goes up.
Unfortunately, I don’t think this counts as cardio? I conclude my spa treatment
with a cool, relaxing shower. Now, I
feel like a rejuvenated teen from the 1970’s! (not)
Tammy Harvey
7/21/2025
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