What goes through your mind when a pulsating mist of -220F (-140C) begins to lap your naked torso? After three minutes in a cryotherapy pod, I can tell you: blessed relief that I was allowed to keep my pants on. Cryotherapy, as any moneyed recreational athlete will know, is the deployment of extremely low temperatures in search of physiological benefit. I say “in search” because it’s not yet clear whether it does much good.
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