Damn you, Facebook. I wasn’t ready to go back in the water yet.
It hasn’t been a full four months since the last time Penn Cove assaulted my nether regions with ice water up the trunks.
Nov. 22, 2013 — Day 222 — I came out of the water and walked away for the year, having beaten my two previous years, when I totaled 167 and 133 days in the less-than-balmy waters of the aquatic temptress that sits in front of my house.
And here I am, March 14 (way too early in the year), going back down the Hill O’ Death — which held up remarkably well during the winter, I must say — and plunging back in.
All cause I got called out by my neighbor, one Ms. Emilee Crichton, Coupeville High School cheer captain and all-around pretty awesome person.
The “cold water challenge,” “winter challenge,” whatever you want to call it, is sweeping the nation (or, Coupeville, at least), as everyone nominates other people for the challenge, then run into the waters off of Whidbey and run back out, generally screaming like banshees.
It’s cute, the way people act like they’ve never felt cold water before.
When Ms. Crichton called my name out on camera, there was no avoiding it. Well, there was, but then I would have felt like a wuss.
Only thing is, if I go back in, I go back in. I stay in longer than the average I’m seeing (15 seconds) on the videos being posted and then I go back in for day two, and three, and four and so on.
So, I went back in, and you know what, it wasn’t that cold. Certainly nothing like it was in November.
So, yeah, it ain’t no big thing. Now, I nominate you all to go back in a second time…