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....