Coupeville Sports

My hipster glasses will keep me warm. But wait … you don’t wear them in the water. Oh, sweet lord … I’ve made a huge mistake!!

The rain just softens my water shoes and makes ’em comfy.

The beat goes on and on, even in the rain.

A few rain drops aren’t enough to keep me from sliding down the Hill o’ Death and plunging into Penn Cove. This is Washington — I was born covered in rust.

And anyway, today was a milestone. A mini one, at least.

Day 140 for 2013. That’s 20 full weeks. Five months of twice-a-day dips in the frigid, slightly stinky waters of the cove.

That puts me seven days ahead of 2012’s total and just 27 days away from tying my record from 2011.

And still the question lingers.

Why? Why in the name of all that is holy do you descend into the briny waters in just a swim suit and a pair of diving gloves?

Brain damage.

I’m assuming I was dropped on my head many, many, many times when I was young.

Or paint chips. I might have eaten paint chips…