||[Jan. 3rd, 2006|07:49 am]
Scott Baio Ain't Got Nothing On Me
On New Years Day at approximately 10:00am, I jumped into Lake Minnetonka. I was one of the last people to do this out of approximately 500 people. I have not attempted this before, but I chalk it up to one of lifes little experiences we all should try one day before we die (like drinking those Jones soda holiday sampler packs).|
Anyway, the water was frigid. I have attended a handful of frigid Packer games at Lambeau before. During these games the clod can really get to you. You start out warm, but the cold keeps trying to penetrate your skin. Sitting there it gets further & further into your body. You can actually feel your organs getting icy.
With this arctic plunge as ALARC likes to call it, the experience is entirely different. Yes it's cold. But it's more of a shocking thing (surprise surprise). You jump in, and your heart stops for a couple of seconds. Forget about breathing. The ability to take a breath is sucked inside of you. The sensation of taking my breath away; this is it.
ALARC has a silly little rating system for repeat jumpers. I was a first timer, which is considered a guppy. If I return in future years, I will be a minnow. After ten years you obtain shark status. You might ask yourself, "How crazy would you have to be to obtain shark status?". I recently read an article in the Rake about the health benefits of taking an ice dip. Only to get the maximum benefits, you must first sit in a sauna until you can not stand the heat anymore. When it is finally unbearable, you must immediately jump into an icy lake. Exit & repeat (At least three cycles). Now, I can not say I believe in positive health effects from jumping into water heated to a balmy 32 degrees F. But I can say I tried it (if only once), something which makes other look at me with a "What the hell did he smoke on New Years Eve?" look of bewilderment.