I have never taken the polar plunge. This annual
event focused on raising money for the Special Olympics of Wisconsin requires
participants to raise a minimum of $75 for the chance to jump into the freezing
waters of a lake at the peak of winter. Now, I will be the first to admit the
concept is basically crazy. Anyone who sees a “reward” in the idea of braving
below freezing temperatures to dive into water that is exposed only because someone
removed a foot and a half of ice above it could easily be defined as out of their
mind. However, everyone I knew that had participated in the polar plunge
insisted it was a great time. When the topic would come up they would talk
about the success they had raising money for a good cause, the fun they had
dressing up in ridiculous costumes the day of the event, and the unique feeling
of hopping into a frozen body of water. “Freezin’ for a reason!” they would
consistently chime as they told their stories and insisted I give the polar
plunge a try. In response, I would consistently shake my head at the lunacy of
the idea and tell myself the polar plunge was one event I would never try.
Of course, that was well before I came up with the
idea of trying something I had never done every day for a year. After the start
of my “I have never...” journey I assessed life experiences I had yet to
attain, which included many of the things I swore I would never try. Near the
top of that list was the ridiculous idea of participating in the polar plunge.
While I knew I would feel great raising money for a good cause, the idea of
jumping into a frozen lake was still so outlandish I struggled to wrap my head
around it. I seriously doubted whether I would have the courage to follow
through with the experience even if I committed to making part of my “I have
never...” year. Then it seemed too absurd and foolish. I just couldn’t imagine subjecting
myself to that kind of cold.
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Let's do this. |
Despite that perspective, the course of my “I have
never...” year began taking me to many experiences I never thought I would
obtain, and as the months past I found my eyes opening to new possibilities for
life experiences. In time, I discovered a sense of fortitude that was
previously unfamiliar and a hunger that drove me to set aside my hesitation and
unease for the sake of new experiences. By the time my “I have never...” year
met autumn that shift caused me to look at the polar plunge through a different
lens. Although I still thought it was an unnecessarily crazy activity, the idea
of participating in the event no longer seemed so harsh. Considering everything
I had done up that point hopping into a frozen lake for a few seconds in the
name of a good cause seemed easy. As a result, I signed up for the event and
prepared for an experience I wouldn’t soon forget.
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Heated tents! |
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The music tent |
In the following months I somehow managed to
convince a series of my co-workers, Shelley, Keeth, Micah, Sunee, and Mirela to
join me on my first experience with the polar plunge. When the event finally
arrived our team of six people had raised nearly $700 and had rallied around
the idea of jumping into a freezing body of water. We were all reluctant to do
it, but we were determined to make it happen. In turn, we met up this morning
and made the trip to Willow Island at the nearby Alliant Energy Center grounds
to follow through on our intentions to participate in the polar plunge.
When we arrived at the event we exited our vehicle with
our costumes in hand and were greeted by a stinging nine degree air. As one of
the first groups slated to take the plunge this morning, we hurriedly found our
way to the heart of the event grounds. Amid the frozen terrain surrounding the
small body of water that would serve as our plunging location three massive
white tents rose from the ground, beckoning us to escape the cold. Following a brief
team meeting and warm up session in the polar plunge live music tent, we
scurried over to our respective changing tents and prepared for our jump.
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Why am I doing this? |
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A pre-plunge photo op |
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The full plunge team! |
While several of our team members decided not to do
anything too over the top for their plunging attire, our reconvening beneath
the heaters outside the changing tent revealed the hodgepodge of themes in our
group. With Mirela sporting a penguin costume, Sunee in a tutu, Micah blanketed
in the American flag, and me dressed in a bedazzled Richard Simmons costume, we
looked like a group preparing for a b-rate talent show. Our collective
appearance provided a few laughs as we huddled in the cold and found our place
in the plunge line. With a few dozen people scheduled to jump before we
received our chance, we did our best to stay warm in the frigid air as we
slowly progressed toward the front of the line. With each call of “3, 2, 1...
Plunge!” we inched closer to the front of the line until nothing remained
between us and the plunge location. Beneath the last heater atop a small hill
we looked on as the last group before us leapt into a rectangle of open water
carved into the blanket of ice resting over the lake. With that, it became
clear it was our time to plunge. There was no turning back.
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Next in line... and barely ready. |
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OH. GOD. |
Moments later we were flashed a signal to descend
onto the aluminum dock wrapping around the open water and take our position in
front of the open water. Some final anxious remarks escaped the lips of a few
members of our group as we waited for our countdown to begin. Then, with the
familiar call of “3, 2, 1...” we leaned forward and jumped. With my muscles
clenched tight and my eyes closed, I felt my feet leave the ground in an arch
and come down into a rush of astonishingly cold water.
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Jump! ...Of course, I have a camera in my hands |
Like thousands of tiny needles rushing over my
skin, the water wrapped itself around me and immediately sent my body into
overdrive. Quickly finding my feet on the lakebed, I began moving forward
through the water and toward the shore. The rest of the group around me
followed suit, creating a wall of people pressing toward the waiting
staircases. Shivering and fighting for air, the six of us emerged from the
water and forced our bodies forward up the hill. Within seconds we found
ourselves jogging alongside a series of waiting hot tubs that drew us in for a
quick warm up. As we dove into the steaming pools of water each of us let out a
sigh of relief. Although we fully realized we would need to face the cold with
wet skin once more, we soaked in the warmth of the hot tub and reveled in our
success. We had completed the polar plunge, and with the exception of some wet,
stinky clothes and hair, we came out largely unscathed.
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Cold. Wet... and cold. |
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Sweet Jesus, yes! |
After wrapping up our time in the hot tub, each of
us went back to our respective changing tents, dried ourselves off, and climbed
back into our street clothes. As I emerged from the changing tent, I was
surprised to find a dynamic feeling of refreshment consume me as I hit the open
winter air. In the most unexpected moment of the day, I felt invigorated in a
way that was unfamiliar and exciting. It was as if the extremes of standing in
the frigid temperatures and jumping into the freezing water had purged my
winter baggage and left me ready to face the rest of the season. It was
strange, but it felt incredible.
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We made it! |
Over a few beers in the music tent I was happy to
find I wasn’t the only one feeling rejuvenated by the experience. Although
Sunee and Mirela were clear in stating one plunge was enough for them, Micah,
Keeth, and Shelley agreed the effects of the experience were cleansing in an
odd sort of way. Uplifted by the experience, the six of us sipped away at our
drinks and chatted as our hair dried and we recovered from the morning’s event.
In time, members of our group slowly began to peel away, until only a few of us
remained. With plenty of day left in front us, we eventually decided to bring
our time at the polar plunge to an end and head to a nearby bowling alley to
celebrate the day. What was an early morning event ended up turning into a day
of surprising experiences and great fun. In my mind, there was simply no better
way to spend today.
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The post-plunge photo-op. What an experience! |
As I look back on today’s experience with the polar plunge it is easy for me to recognize
the amazing moments that came from the event. My co-worker’s and I were able to
raise money for a terrific cause, make some terrific memories engaging in the
absurd, and spend some time together in a way that will definitely stand out
among my new experiences from my “I have never...” year. Where I would have
avoided the polar plunge at all costs before starting this journey, I can now
say I would gladly do it again. While the feeling of the freezing water and the
biting air were anything but pleasant, the feelings of accomplishment and
rejuvenation that followed the plunge were incredible, and the story we gained
from the experience is one I know will stick. Today was so much better than I
expected it would be. That makes me happy I mustered the courage to finally
take the polar plunge.
You guys are awesome for helping the special olympics kids. Rock on!
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