Ahhhh, now I don’t have to think about it again til next January.
Today was the 9th annual Murfreesboro Polar Bear Plunge. Amy and I started doing this when she was in middle school, and except for last year, when we were in Colorado with the family for Christmas, we haven’t missed a Plunge.
We have had a narrow range of weather, typical for Middle Tennessee, but I do believe today was a first. It was about 28 degrees, snowing, and windy. Water temp was about 38 degrees, I heard, but that’s about normal.
It’s kind of a love-hate thing we have with this event. Never have we ever regretted having done it, but it’s awfully hard to get out of a warm bed on a cold, blowy, snowy morning to put on a swimsuit knowing you’re going to plunge into icy waters!
The plunge itself is a feeling like no other. In the early years, there were 25 or so jumpers; I bet this year there were upwards of 300-400. After some festivities in the gym, we go en masse out to the pool and line the perimeter. Murfreesboro has redone the outdoor pool, so there was a lot more perimeter this year, and we had to re-establish our “leaping spot”. We absolutely had to jump into the deep end, because if immersion is the goal, and it is, there is almost NO possibility of my dunking my head under in an additional motion after having jumped in. It’s full immersion or nothing, as far as I see it. My friend Bernie Steen called this event Mass Baptism, so I guess the debate could rage on parallel to the religious world about sprinkling or immersion.
This plunge, like others I’m assuming, begins its countdown after everyone is assembled around the pool, and they make it a quick one, because we’re all out there in a minimum of clothing. At the number 10, I quickly take off my sweat pants, the hoodie comes off at about 7, shoes at 4, then 3, 2, 1, big breath…
Amy describes it as jumping into needles. I describe it as jumping into acid. Every skin cell you own goes into instant shock, and even if your head was not under water you could not breathe. I Googled an explanation of the physiological response you have in cold water, and found that these pretty obvious things happen:
- you have immediate constriction of blood vessels in your extremities, forcing blood volume into your core, raising your blood pressure
- your body reacts with a shot of adrenaline as it puts you into “fight or flight” mode to take care of you
- you can become disorientated immediately because of the instant change in environment to all of your senses
Over the years I have tried to focus specifically on the moments following the leap, because invariably I cannot remember getting out of the pool. This year I have a little stronger memory of it. My friend Michael thinks that the cold air temperature made the water feel less drastic – he was already numb by the time we hit the water – maybe he’s right.
I need to say a final word about our support posse: Megan and Emily did a valiant job of TRYING to Plunge. They dressed in costume, they got to the gym on time, they registered and even had on their registration bracelets, but they just couldn’t bring themselves to hurl their tender bodies into the soup. However, they did a fabulous job of cheering us on and even digitally recording our leap, AND they made a commitment to try again next year – you just can’t ask for more than that!
Oh yes, they’re wearing onesies.
Thanks for reading!
January 10, 2011 at 8:38 am
Brrr! I’m cold now just from having read your blog.
I am so proud of you, though. I think it takes such courage to jump. Kind of like making that long climb to the top of the ladder to jump from the diving board, only to discover that getting there was all you could really do. You’re a jumper…I’m a climber. Interesting, don’t you think? I love you. Me.
January 10, 2011 at 11:28 pm
I love you back. But Susie, you’re a climber AND a jumper. It’s one of the things I love most about you. You just don’t know you’re a jumper yet (there’s nothing religiously cryptic in that). I’m one of your besties and I can see it when you can’t. Still on for Wednesday?? I heart you…
January 11, 2011 at 9:04 am
Wednesday…I’ve been counting the days, and now the hours. Your perspective always intrigues me, and delights me, for you always see in me what I often can’t see in myself. It is inspiring and encouraging. That’s what besties do. xoxo
January 14, 2011 at 11:53 pm
I’m trying to decide if there’s any bribe that would convince me to do that.