My swimming friend, J, and I have now four swims under our belts for July. The water is very cold. Maybe next week we will slip on light t-shirts?
Yesterday, I had to wear a different bathing suit because my usual one was damp. I moaned the entire swim that the shoulder straps on this new one were less wide (by about an inch) and this was why I was colder than usual. My friend J, never the cold-water moaner, didn't go for that theory.
Two young guys got out of their car at Hataitai Beach on Sunday, one in swimming shorts, the other carrying a camera. In the space of, say, twenty seconds, swim-guy raced into the water, ducked down under the waves, emerged with a blood-curdling scream because of the cold, and raced out again. His mate, who had filmed the whole episode, was bent over with laughter.
J came up with the scenario that the mates had a bet as to the outcome of the previous day's rugby final, the loser having to take the plunge! As good a guess as any.