It’s long been a bucket list item of mine to participate in a Polar Bear Dip. I just love the idea of it — washing away the old year, starting fresh in the new one. I also love the fact that it takes a certain amount of balls to get out there and do it. I used to watch news footage of those crazy fools out there, jumping into the water, and wishing that *I* had that kind of courage.
Well this year, I managed to find the courage that I needed. In keeping with my goal of this being the year for kicking ass and taking names, I decided that it was the time to put up or shut up. The last thing I wanted was for this to be some kind of silly life regret for me. No siree bub. This year I sacked up and went for it.
Wanna know what a woman freezing her ladyballs off looks like? Well, you need look no further.
(For those of you wondering, the air temperature on this day was 3 degrees Celcius (37 Fahrenheit), and the water temperature was 6 degrees Celcius (43 Fahrenheit. Just a wee bit nippy.)
Here is what this experience has taught me (besides the fact that there’s no way that scrawny Jack Dawson could have survived more than 2 minutes in that icy water in Titanic, even if he was warmed by his lust for Rose): If there’s something that you’ve always wanted to do, then go for it. Don’t spend your life wishing for the courage to do something and then never do it.
Life is too damn short for regrets.
So, 2013…what else have you got for me?