I was mildly hungover this morning when I saw the frozen pond for the first time and thought, this is literally the worst idea I’ve ever had.
My BF reminded me that there was no turning back: I’d already raised money to jump for charity and we were standing at the shore, swimming trunks on, Irish coffees in hand.
Hitting the water felt like a full-body slap.
I lurched out of the pond in a state of frigid, euphoric shock. I felt alive. It felt good.
Happy New Year friends.