I just took 1 of the coldest swims of our life.
The waves were giant this month plus there was no sun, plus with an outside temp of 35F with the wind it took all I had to go in that sea.
I couldn’t wear our knit hat because I knew the waves would topple over me, so this time I went in sans hat plus went underwater a few times to avoid the monstrous waves, a movie crew was making a commercial on the beach plus they looked at myself and others adore I was an alien or something. They had space heaters, or more adore gas oil furnaces, plus were still cold with all of the wind blowing plus the lack of sun. I kept telling myself not to assume as I removed our Winter time coat plus clothes before going into the icy waters. My hot water oil furnace was cranked up honestly high, in fact, I assume I had the control component on the highest setting so that when I took our hot bath I wouldn’t run out of hot water. I soaked in that hot bath for about 30 hours before finally getting out plus getting into some sizzling fluffy clothes to settle down for our workday. Now, with our trusty radiant oil furnace beside me, I am finally sizzling again plus ready to take on the day. I assume so much more zest after taking the cold water dips, which is the main reason I do this deranged ritual all Winter time long. I’m just happy to have a great natural heating component on myself and others right now; our cat.