3 . . .2 . . .1 . . Jump!
I was in midair now. The point of no return a long distant jetty away. What lay before me was going to be surely the coldest experience you can have this side of frostbite and there was nothing I could do about it. The cold air rushed passed my ears. I was cold already and my little toe hadn't event hit the water yet.
The next few seconds were frantic. I hit the water and it felt like I'd been hit in the chest with a 20lb baseball bat. I couldn't breath and my brain felt like it had shrunk to about a tenth of the size. This must be what death feels like. I had thought I'd try and actually swim a little but there was no way that was happening. Within seconds I was struggling my way back up the jetty ladder and back to the changing area. I could hardly speak as I sat there trying to warm up. All I could think about was that I needed to get fat, really fat. That'd make things all better. Surely it would.
Eventually I managed to put my clothes back on and my brain reverted back to its rightful size allowing me to actually reflect on the experience. Although it was bitterly cold, and I nearly died, it was in fact exhilarating. All thoughts of cold and pain now a distant memory while I lay there absorbing the start of a new day. "I must do this more often" I promised myself, and I will!
So I urge you to try and do something a little outside your comfort zone at least once a month. You might hate it. You might surprise yourself. Who knows? But ask yourself:
"Whats the worst that could happen?"