"Polar Punch"

The annual New Years Day Polar Plunge.  An unusual (and very brisk) way to ring in the new year and a rite of passage for many a Seattle-ite. (And depending on your heart, probably a passage out of this life and into the next!)

Last year, a few of us brave (or um, not so smart?) souls planned on doing it, but alas, missed out because of well, it was New Years Eve, and we were breaking in our new "Bigfoot Lounge" in the basement. Priorities, you know?

But this coming New Years, my friend Stephanie and I along in our tutu's, wands, halo and horns will be making the plunge, or as Adam likes to call it, the "polar punch."   He informed me that he wanted to jump the "punch" with us.  This is a child who, if the shower turns mildly hot down from "holy hell it's scortching", will resonate a two alarm siren from his piehole.  The same child who wails at the first breath of warm wind in his face.  A child who, when visiting family and friends in California in one hundred degree weather, will not cool down in the pool, but cool down in a heated jacuzzi.   And he wants to jump into ice cold water while no doubt the weather that day will probably be comparable to the Artic Tundra?

He's right about one thing though; the name probably should be changed to "polar punch", because I anticipate it's going to feel like a punch in the gut once my body is submerged!  After the weather this morning and the frost on the cars, I thought to myself "what the bleep am I going to get myself into?"  And it's going to get colder!

(Hey Stef, I've put it out there to the universe, there's no turning back now!!!)



no children were harmed in the writing of this blog...