Having done the New Year’s Day Polar Plunge in New York City a few times previously I thought I was prepared for this weekend’s dip. However, I wasn’t ready for the waiting. Back at Coney Island I sauntered off the subway, got changed and waiting for the blow horn. This weekend, my team and I were in the twenty-second grouping, which not so surprisingly chips away at the determination/gusto you show up with.
Still, we’re planning on doing it again next year. Feel free to join us.