Remember January? I barely do, but apparently I did two polar bear plunges in the first week of this year.
Both times, I wore a mermaid tail.
Now, these were both run-in events, not jump in events, so I twice ran into the water (once 44.6 F and once… probably a balmy 48 f? that’s what Hood Canal usually is in the winter) pulled my mermaid tail on, ducked underwater, and then swam to shore.
So just we’re clear about my cold water cred.
Fat: it’s useful for not dying of hypothermia.