It was not long after, though, that I stumbled upon the first problem: bathroom breaks. Now, I saw this coming from a mile away and had mentally prepared myself for the logistics of this moment. I thought I’d be fine, given that I love a one-piece swimsuit in summer, but when it came down to it, I can’t say I loved the experience. I had worked up a sweat, but not enough to make what came next enjoyable. I bore it and did what I had to, thinking Wim Hof thoughts. (Honestly, I think I’ll just wait until I get home next time but it felt wrong to not give it a go for review purposes.)