Last year we completely forgot about the Polar Bear Plunge until about 1 p.m. Whoops. While the experience itself on 1/1/2012 was neat, it was like most Seattle events–inconvenient parking, crowds, a shitton of waiting.
“I want to do it this year, but without the hassle,” he said.
“You could just go in the bathtub,” I said. “Or, I could hose you down. Same result really.” I thought I was being funny and then I saw his eyes light up.
Happy New Year!
You know, my friend dragged me down to her polar bear club a few weeks ago. It was dark and there was a full moon and the water was icy cold and everyone in the sauna was super friendly.
But hosing does seem more efficient. The noise P makes as it hits him made me laugh.
OMG, that was awesome. P is adorable. (Quite the philosopher. “Actually, I feel better.” HAAAAA.)
That was adorbz. I loved the dance.
I did a plunge this year following a 5K. That night my temperature hit 102.4.* Coincidence? Possibly. Probably, even. And I’ll go ahead and do the same thing next year, because I am an idiot. But I am highly suspicious.
*I kept obsessively taking my temperature, since I couldn’t sleep.
I admire the efficiency.