I have a confession that my coaching clients already know: I don’t trust any recovery tool until I’ve lived inside it. So when infrared sauna blankets started showing up in my feed — promising spa-grade heat therapy from the couch, for the price of a few months of gym dues — I did what I always do. I cleared my calendar, strapped on my favorite wearable, and told my team to hold me accountable for thirty consecutive nights of data. No vibes. No wishful thinking. Just sweat, spreadsheets, and a slightly bewildered cat. The Setup: Why I Let a Sleeping…
