Thursday, August 28, 2014

Me, freezing at Hataitai Beach

Hi there

J and I have now got 6 swims under our belts for the month of August. Yesterday was low tide at Hataitai Beach and we had to plod a fair way out into the water before the sea even got up to our ankles. My friend, J, got under the water first and then I suddenly felt in my guts a "No, I don't want to do this' moment. I just stood there like a (literally) frozen statue. At that moment, I swear I would rather have jumped out of a plane then throw myself down under that August winter water.

It hadn't helped that a few moments before as the water had crept up to my hips, I moaned, "My knees are freezing cold".  Of course, J went into hysterics because my hips, legs,and toes were also under icy water and, yet, I was only worried about my knees!

After waffling for about a minute that felt like an hour, I threw myself into the sea, and it was quite nice but oh dear is that sudden not-wanting-to-do-it feeling how adventure sports people feel before they eventually go for it (or not)?

Hataitai Beach.  Ah, summer memories....

1 comment:

  1. Perhaps you could try something else. For instance, today I was listening to a brass band playing in the bandstand of a leafy square in Paris (as you do). A Frenchman came up and asked me if I'd like to dance. Nobody else was dancing. I agreed anyway, and we started doing some French dance I've never done before. It was fun and I didn't get wet or cold.