The Cold Plunge Before Camp

40-degree water. 20-year-old memories. And a reminder for every athlete heading into the grind.

I love a cold plunge. Always have.

This morning, after dropping my family off at the airport, I drove to my favorite wellness spot in Venice Beach—Like-Minded Studios. As I sank into 40-degree water, the kind that jolts you into presence, my mind drifted… all the way back to the early 2000s.

When I got out and sat in silence, meditating, a smile crept across my face. I started thinking about what I was doing two decades ago—and what thousands of young men are doing right now: reporting to training camp.

College football is here.