Updated: Mar 10
I took the plunge!
On Monday, June 17th, I slid into that big, beautiful, blue and not-as-cold-as-I-remember Lake Superior. Yup. Fully submerged, I swung a few froggy paddles underneath, to let it soak in.
The wind has been pretty calm lately, so I don't think the waves really turned her over much. I might have been in a warm-ish spot. I mean, usually when I jump in for my first time of the year, my breath is knocked out of me. I fight to breathe. I feel like I got hit by a truck, just ran a marathon and just came out of an ice cube all at once (except for the fact that I have never actually done any of those things).
But this time was different.
It was chilly, of course, but it didn't feel like my insides got ripped out of me, spun through a margarita blender then stuffed back inside. That's pretty typical. Do you know that feeling?
At this point in my life, however, it feels like a good thing. Because I feel amazing. I'm not ready to be a whole new woman because I love who I am right now.
So either I didn't need a total rejuvination, or the water was not insanely cold that day. (Though water temperature reports would say 39 degrees!) Maybe I just learned to breathe through the pain. Maybe I learned how to expect and enjoy it. Hmm. I like that idea.
But I still did it. Simply because I wanted to. It was time. People look at me like I'm loony when I tell them, but I just agree.
Maybe the next time will flip me inside out...