Tim Dowling 

Living in a box

Tim Dowling: Theoretically any box can be a detox box as long as you stay in it long enough and don't bring any toxins in with you, but the Detox Box makes bold claims for its efficacy.
  
  


Theoretically any box can be a detox box as long as you stay in it long enough and don't bring any toxins in with you, but the Detox Box makes bold claims for its efficacy: apparently it can rid my body of heavy metals, improve my skin and relax my mind. So what is this magical machine?

Well, it's a sauna. Not just any sauna, mind - the Detox Box makes use of deep infrared rays, like a baby incubator, so it can operate at lower temperatures than a conventional sauna, while making you sweat more, the better to extract all those toxins. I will put aside for one moment the dubious notion of "detox", along with the claim that a special sauna will make mercury come out of my pores, because I want to go in the box.

Had I known that my destination, Totally Fitness, was not a spa or gym, but a showroom in central London, I might have been less keen. Sitting in a garden shed sweating like a pig is not something that should be done on a shop floor. Never mind - I jump in at 38C and watch the reading creep up to 50C.

It is strange to sweat so profusely without exercising or being extremely embarrassed, although I do blush a little when customers come in looking for boxing gloves. Because it's so much cooler than a standard sauna, the air doesn't scorch the inside of your nose. Nevertheless, after 10 minutes I am drenched and dripping. I've drunk a litre of water, but may as well have just poured it straight on to the floor. Yet it's comfortable, even rather pleasant. I could stay here all day. I want to go to the 70C maximum - I know I can handle it - but the sales guy won't let me.

Afterwards I feel pleasantly wiped out. Deep infrared rays are nothing new - they are commonly found in sunlight - but at this time of year I'll take them where I can get them. When I go to change I have to walk glistening in sodden shorts, through an office full of people on the phone. That's when I start sweating out lead.

· Next week: Lucy Mangan on her bike

 

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